People always make mistakes when they fancy themselves exceptions.

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

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.

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

But have you never noticed that when one has been trying to do something really good one is much nearer committing some special sin than when one keeps on in the selfish, matter-of-fact prudence of minding one's own business, and that alone?

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