The world loves a spice of wickedness.

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.

People demand freedom only when they have no power.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.