A night of endless dreams, inconsequent and wild, is this my life; none more worth telling than the rest.

One ought not to be unkind to a woman merely on account of her plainness, any more than one had a right to take liberties with her merely because she was handsome

Old age is a disease from which there is no recovery but the old nun's recent attack had certainly been brought on chiefly by the fatigue of so much travelling.

How strange a thing is the heart of man!

It is indeed in many ways more comfortable to belong to that section of society whose action are not publicly canvassed and discussed

Though the body moves, the soul may stay behind.

No penance can your hard heart find save such as you long since have taught me to endure