Amid the stillness of the night, in the depths of the ravine, from the direction in which the corpses lay suddenly resounded a kind of inhuman, frightful laughter in which quivered despair, and joy, and cruelty, and suffering, and pain, and sobbing, and derision; the heart-rending and spasmodic laughter of the insane or condemned.

But I think happiness springs from another source, a far deeper one that doesn't depend on will because it comes from love.

He always smiles, even when contemplating nothing good.

Evidently the merit depends on the result of the work.

In the presence of the storm, thunderbolts, hurricane, rain, darkness, and the lions, which might be concealed but a few paces away, he felt disarmed and helpless.

Day is like day as two beads in a rosary, unless changes of weather form the only variety.

On an exhausted field, only weeds grow.