How can such deep-imprinted images sleep in us at times, till a word, a sound, awake them?

Well was it said by a man of sagacity that dancing was a sort of privileged and reputable folly, and that the best way to be convinced of this was to close the ears and judge of it by the eyes alone.

Yesterday I lived, today I suffer, tomorrow I die; but I still think fondly, today and tomorrow, of yesterday.

The gift of prayer is not always at our command.

Nature intended that woman should be her masterpiece.

How can such deep-imprinted images sleep in us at times, till a word, a sound, awake them?

As the stag which the huntsman has hit flies through bush and brake, over stock and stone, thereby exhausting his strength but not expelling the deadly bullet from his body; so does experience show that they who have troubled consciences run from place to place, but carry with them wherever they go their dangerous wounds.