There is no applause that so flatters a man as that which he wrings from unwilling throats.
There is a chord in every heart that has a sigh in it if touched aright.
The loss of our illusions is the only loss from which we never recover.
We only see clearly when we have reached the depths of woe.
Indifference is the invisible giant of the world.
It is hard work to be good when you are very little and very hungry, and have many sticks to beat you, and no mother's lips to kiss you.