All roads are long which lead to one's heart's desire.

The question is not how to get cured, but how to live.

As to honor - you know - it's a very fine mediaeval inheritance which women never got hold of. It wasn't theirs.

A certain simplicity of thought is common to serene souls at both ends of the social scale.

The Westerly Wind asserting his sway from the south-west quarter is often like a monarch gone mad, driving forth with wild imprecations the most faithful of his courtiers to shipwreck, disaster, and death.

Nations it may be have fashioned their Governments, but the Governments have paid them back in the same coin.

We are snared into doing things for which we get called names, and things for which we get hanged, and yet the spirit may well survive - survive the condemnations, survive the halter, by Jove! And there are things - they look small enough sometimes too - by which some of us are totally and completely undone.