Granting our wish is one of Fate's saddest jokes.

Pride and weakness are Siamese twins.

Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

The true ideal is not opposed to the real but lies in it; and blessed are the eyes that find it.

Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.

No sincere desire of doing good need make an enemy of a single human being; that philanthropy has surely a flaw in it which cannot sympathize with the oppressor equally as with the oppressed.

Evil is a far more cunning and persevering propagandist than good, for it has no inward strength, and is driven to seek countenance and sympathy.