Blessed be the true life that the pauses between its throbs are not death!
It needs brains to be a real fool.
I only know when I don't know a thing. My uncle has taught me that wisdom lies in that.
It was foolish indeed - thus to run farther and farther from all who could help her, as if she had been seeking a fit spot for the goblin creature to eat her in at his leisure; but that is the way fear serves us: it always sides with the thing we are afraid of.
Books are but dead bodies to you, and a library nothing but a catacomb!
There are things that must be done in faith, else they never have being.