The heart will break, but broken live on.

Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself...that a tiger is an optical illusion--well, he will find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.

Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

They never fail who die in a great cause.

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.