Did you ever see a giraffe? It is like something from between the regions of truth and fiction.

One's conscience reproaches one much more stingingly for one's follies than one's crimes.

Our wishes never seem so little desirable as when on the verge of accomplishment; we draw back instinctively, they look so different from what we expected.

society ... is tolerant of crimes, and long suffering with dullness, but it shows no mercy to those who are different from other people.

Love ... is a sacred fire that must not be burnt to idols.

Whilst you live a very little religion seems enough; but believe me, it requires a great deal when you come to die.

Death is the last fact of which we can be certain.