Nothing may be more selfish than remorse.
I've always thought the law ought to put on spectacles, it has mighty poor eyesight once in a while.
Every new truth begins in a shocking heresy.
the blue and cloudless day closes like the lid of a casket of jewels upon the violet rim of sea, and shuts out the light.
Truth is like heat or light; its vibrations are endless, and are endlessly felt.
There's one thing that always interests me about you good people, not your certainty that the rest of us are swine, - no doubt we are, - but your certainty that your opinions are pearls.