If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.
Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.
Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
Now literary success can only be won in solitude by persevering labor.
For the journalist, anything probable is gospel truth.
A woman in love has full intelligence of her power; the more virtuous she is, the more effective her coquetry.