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.

As I grow older, I regret to say that a detestable habit of thinking seems to be getting a hold of me.

Now, after these things were done, the Pharaoh and his Queen drove through the hosts of Egypt in their golden chariot, and received the homage of the hosts ere they departed northwards for Thebes. At nightfall they returned again and sat side by side at the marriage feast, and once more Tua swept her harp of ivory and gold, and sang the ancient song of him who dared much for love, and won the prize.

Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds!

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

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.

Truly time should be measured by events, and not by the lapse of hours.