Uncomfortable thoughts must be got rid of by good intentions for the future.
No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence.
Death was not to be a leap: it was to be a long descent under thickening shadows.
He who rules must fully humor as much as he commands.
Might, could, would - they are contemptible auxiliaries.
In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past—sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.