Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

Good words," I replied. "But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

No coward soul is mine.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.