Let him that sows the serpent's teeth not hope to reap a joyous harvest. Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, its own avenging angel,--dark misgivings at the inmost heart.

What's old collapses, times change, And new life blossoms in the ruins.

When the measured dance of the hours brings back the happy smile of spring, the buried dead is born again in the life-glance of the sun. The germs which perished to the eye within the cold breast of the earth spring up with joy in the bright realm of day.

An honest man you may form of windle-straws, but to make a rogue you must have grist.

In a narrow circle the mind grows narrow. The more one expands, the larger their aims.

A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler's.

Satisfied if they themselves can escape from the hard labour of thought, they willingly abandon to others the guardianship of their thoughts.