Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet!

It is only to those who have never lived that death ever can seems beautiful.

Excess always carries its own retribution.

It is a kind of blindness--poverty. We can only grope through life when we are poor, hitting and maiming ourselves against every angle.

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

When passion and habit long lie in company it is only slowly and with incredulity that habit awakens to finds its companion fled, itself alone.

Intensely selfish people are always very decided as to what they wish. They do not waste their energies in considering the good of others.