There is no more terrible woe upon earth than the woe of the stricken brain, which remembers the days of its strength, the living light of its reason, the sunrise of its proud intelligence, and knows that these have passed away like a tale that is told.
Honor is an old-world thing; but it smells sweet to those in whose hand it is strong.
Christianity is a formula: it is nothing more.
The scorn of genius is the most arrogant and the most boundless of all scorn.
The joy of a strong nature is as cloudless as its suffering is desolate.
What we love once, we love forever. Shall there be joy in heaven over those who repent, yet no forgiveness for them upon earth? --"Wanda