Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.

Do we ever get what we really want? Do we ever achieve what our powers have ostensibly equipped us for? No: everything works by contraries.

A word aptly uttered or written cannot be cut away by an axe.

It is no use to blame the looking glass if your face is awry.

As it is so strangely ordained in this world, what is amusing will turn into being gloomy, if you stand too long before it, and then God knows what ideas may not stray into the mind... Why is it that even in moments of unthinking, careless gaiety a different and strange mood comes upon one?

Countless as the sands of sea are human passions, and not all of them are alike, and all of them, base and noble alike, are at first obedient to man and only later on become his terrible masters.

The more destruction there is everywhere, the more it shows the activity of town authorities.