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

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

Laughter and bitterness are often the veils with which a sore heart wraps its weakness from the world.

Thinking can only serve to measure out the helplessness of thought.

Memory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorrow have I made acquaintance from age to age, and from age to age evil shall I do, and sorrow shall I know till my redemption comes.

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 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.