It was a fatal day when the public discovered that the pen is mightier than the paving-stone, and can be made as offensive as the brickbat. They at once sought for the journalist, found him, developed him, and made him their industrious and well-paid servant. It is greatly to be regretted, for both their sakes.

She had a passion for secrecy, but she herself was merely a Sphinx without a secret.

Those who have much are often greedy. Those who have little always share.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the Soul is worth all the gold in the world, and the merchants say that it is not worth a clipped piece of silver.

Whatever, in fact, is modern in our life we owe to the Greeks. Whatever is an anachronism is due to mediaevalism.