I examine my own being, and find there a world, but a world rather of imagination and dim desires, than of distinctness and living power. Then everything swims before my senses, and I smile and dream while pursuing my way through the world.

Only that type of story deserves to be called moral that shows us that one has the power within oneself to act, out of the conviction that there is something better, even against one's own inclination.

For what one has in black and white, One can carry home in comfort.

Who is sure of their own motives can in confidence advance or retreat.

There is a courtesy of the heart; it is allied to love. From its springs the purest courtesy in the outward behavior.

The passions are like those demons with which Afrasahiab sailed down the Orus. Our only safety consists in keeping them asleep. If they we are lost.

Only law can give us freedom.