We love because we love.
Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart like a viper in its hole.
Incurable wounds are those inflicted by tongue and eye, by mockery and disdain.
With monuments as with men, position means everything.
All human power is a compound of time and patience.
There are no little events with the heart. It magnifies everything; it places in the same scales the fall of an empire of fourteen years and the dropping of a woman's glove, and almost always the glove weighs more than the empire.