I was a king and a king's heir and now I am a slave.
There is nothing like despair to make one throw oneself upon the gods.
In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
Tell a man what he may not sing and he is still half free; even all free, if he never wanted to sing it. But tell him what he must sing, take up his time with it so that his true voice cannot sound even in secret -- there, I have seen is slavery.
Miss Searle had always considered boredom an intellectual defeat.
It is bitter to lose a friend to evil before one loses him to death.