Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.

When one of those skirt-bearing animals has set herself up above all by permitting herself to be deified, no power on earth can be as proud as she.

Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.

Law is a silvery web that lets the big flies pass and catches all the small ones.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

The impossible is justified by the fact that it occurred

Passion is born deaf and dumb.