Gambling is a most foolish and imprudent pursuit.

Trifles, trifles are what matter!

Ah, Father! That’s words and only words! Forgive! If he’d not been run over, he’d have come home today drunk and his only shirt dirty and in rags and he’d have fallen asleep like a log, and I should have been sousing and rinsing till daybreak, washing his rags and the children’s and then drying them by the window and as soon as it was daylight I should have been darning them. What’s the use of talking forgiveness! I have forgiven as it is!

We are born dead, and we are becoming more and more contented with our condition. We are acquiring the taste for it.

I am told that the proximity of punishment arouses real repentance in the criminal and sometimes awakens a feeling of genuine remorse in the most hardened heart; I am told this is due to fear.

--you wouldn't have hurt me like this for nothing. So what have I done? How have I wronged you? Tell me.

I sometimes think love consists precisely of the voluntary gift by the loved object of the right to tyrannize over it.