Why is it so difficult to love wisely, so easy to love too well?

My intellect is a little way upon the wrong side of that narrow boundary-line between sanity and insanity.

Our virtues, as well as our vices, are often scourges for our own backs.

There can be no reconciliation where there is no open warfare. There must be a battle, a brave boisterous battle, with pennants waving and cannon roaring, before there can be peaceful treaties and enthusiastic shaking of hands.

A priest can achieve great victories with an army of women at his command.

Of course there are exceptional circumstances, and there is exceptional talent; but, unhappily, exceptional talent does not always win its reward unless favoured by exceptional circumstances.

it is easy to starve, but it is difficult to stoop.