Since the Exodus, freedom has always spoken with a Hebrew accent.

Round my cradle shimmered the last moonbeams of the eighteenth century and the first morning rays of the nineteenth.

The fundamental evil of the world arose from the fact that the good Lord has not created money enough.

My heart resembles the ocean; has storm, and ebb and flow; and many a beautiful pearl lies hid in its depths below.

The devil take these people and their language! They take a dozen monosyllabic words in their jaws, chew them, crunch them and spit them out again, and call that speaking. Fortunately they are by nature fairly silent, and although they gaze at us open-mouthed, they spare us long conversations.

Christianity is an idea, and as such is indestructible and immortal, like every idea.

What lies lurk in kisses.