The great wheel of Fate rolls on like a Juggernaut, and crushes us all in turn, some soon, some late

Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it.

It is curious to look back and realize upon what trivial and apparently coincidental circumstances great events frequently turn as easily and naturally as a door on its hinges.

The Almighty gave us our lives, and I suppose He meant us to defend them, at least I have always acted on that, and I hope it will not be brought up against me when my clock strikes.

The great wheel of Fate rolls on like a Juggernaut, and crushes us all in turn, some soon, some late

The food that memory gives to eat is bitter to the taste, and it is only with the teeth of hope that we can bear to bite it.

Women love the last blow as well as the last word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as a wounded buffalo.