Many a crown shines spotless now that yet was deeply sullied in the winning.

There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.

The dictates of the heart are the voice of fate.

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.

Only through Beauty's morning-gate, dost thou penetrate the land of knowledge.

Stern is the visage of necessity.

The dream is short, repentance long.