Without money honor is merely a disease.
He who ruleth the raging of the sea, knows also how to check the designs of the ungodly. I submit myself with reverence to His Holy Will. O Abner, I fear my God, and I fear none but Him.
Wrinkles on the brow are the imprints of exploits.
Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?
A single word often betrays a great design.
Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.