Awful Night! Ancestral mystery of mysteries.

Ah! but the moods lie in his nature, my boy, just as much as his reflections did, and more. A man can never do anything at variance with his own nature. He carries within him the germ of his most exceptional action; and if we wise people make eminent fools of ourselves on any particular occasion, we must endure the legitimate conclusion that we carry a few grains of folly to our ounce of wisdom.

Is it not rather what we expect in men, that they should have numerous strands of experience lying side by side and never compare them with each other?

We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.

Explain! Tell a man to explain how he dropped into hell! Explain my preference! I never had a PREFERENCE for her, any more than I have a preference for breathing. No other woman exists by the side of her. I would rather touch her hand if it were dead, than I would touch any other woman's living.

It is better sometimes not to follow great reformers of abuses beyond the threshold of their homes.

It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.