Justice is the right of the weakest.
We use up in the passions the stuff that was given us for happiness.
When one has too great a dread of what is impending, one feels some relief when the trouble has come.
The evening of a well spent youth brings it's lamps with it.
Thoughts there are, that need no embodying, no form, no expression. It is enough to hint at them vaguely; a word, and they are heard and seen.
The idea of the nest in the bird's mind, where does it come from?