If some things don't make you lose your sense of reason, then you have none to lose.
It is not I who die, when I die, but my sin and misery.
How can such deep-imprinted images sleep in us at times, till a word, a sound, awake them?
Nothing under the sun is ever accidental.
When the heart dares to speak, it needs no preparation.
The superstition in which we were brought up never loses its power over us, even after we understand it.