There is a chord in every heart that has a sigh in it if touched aright.
Woman already controls by not seeming to do so. Talk no more of her rights.
A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run.
The world never leaves one in ignorance or in peace.
To vice, innocence must always seem only a superior kind of chicanery.
Genius scorns the power of gold: it is wrong. Gold is the war-scythe on its chariot, which mows down the millions of its foes, and gives free passage to the sun-coursers with which it leaves those heavenly fields of light for the gross battlefields of earth.