I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.

Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

.... Anon from the castle walls The crescent banner falls, And the crowd beholds instead, Like a portent in the sky, Iskander's banner fly, The Black Eagle with double head. And shouts ascend on high .....'' Long live Scanderbeg.

The country is not priest-ridded, but press-ridden.

The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.

With many readers, brilliancy of style passes for affluence of thought; they mistake buttercups in the grass for immeasurable gold mines under ground.