Golden fetters are no less galling to a self-respecting man that iron ones; the sting lies in the fetters, not in the metal.
The English peace is the peace of the grave.
Love never claims, it ever gives. Love ever suffers, never resents never revenges itself.
I may have become Christian, were it not for Christians.
A man who broods on evil is as bad a man who does evil, if he is no worse.
If one takes care of the means, the end will take care of itself.