The mingled incentives which lead to action are often too subtle and lie too deep for us to analyze.
Airs of importance are the credentials of impotence.
Every man has his devilish minutes.
The craftiest trickery are too short and ragged a cloak to cover a bad heart.
He, who cannot forgive a trespass of malice to his enemy, has never yet tasted the most sublime enjoyment of love.
Who, in the midst of just provocation to anger, instantly finds the fit word which settles all around him in silence is more than wise or just; he is, were he a beggar, of more than royal blood, he is of celestial descent.