Pretence about anything sometimes deceives the wisest and shrewdest man, but, however cunningly it is hidden, a child of the meanest capacity feels it and is repelled by it.

If you love me as you say you do,' she whispered, 'make it so that I am at peace.

You've said nothing, of course, and I ask nothing," he was saying; "but you know that friendship's not what I want: that there's only one happiness in life for me, that word that you dislike so...yes, love!

Where there is a man who does not labor because another is compelled to work for him, there slavery is.

Love those you hate you.

It is a rude feeling, because it is natural only to people standing on the lowest level of morality, and expecting from other nations such outrages as they themselves are ready to inflict.

Well, pray if you like, only you'd do better to use your judgment.