It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur.

There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance.

In all secrets there is a kind of guilt, however beautiful or joyful they may be, or for what good end they may be set to serve. Secrecy means evasion, and evasion means a problem to the moral mind.

He came by a leap to the goal of purpose, not by the toilsome steps of reason. On the instant his headlong spirit declared his purpose: this was the one being for him in all the world: at this altar he would light a lamp of devotion, and keep it burning forever.

Ah, lady, when I gave my heart to thee, It passed into thy lifelong regency.

Every man should have laws of his own, I should think; commandments of his own, for every man has a different set of circumstances wherein to work - or worry.

Tomorrow is no man's gift.