That which yields is not always weak.

To recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it

I preferred a hard truth to a well-meant lie.

Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion

It is not wise to meddle with D'Angelines in matters of love.