I do not wish to be a coward like the father of mankind and throw the blame upon a woman.

The heart of silver falls ever into the hands of brass. The sensitive herb is eaten as grass by the swine.

Fame has only the span of the day, they say. But to live in the hearts of people-that is worth something.

Coleridge cried; "O God, how glorious it is to live!" Renan asks, "O God, when will it be worth while to live?" In Nature we echo the poet; in the world we echo the thinker.

Indifference is the invisible giant of the world.

A little scandal is an excellent thing; nobody is ever brighter or happier of tongue than when he is making mischief of his neighbors.

For Pastrasche was their alpha and omega; their treasury and granary; their store of gold and wand of wealth; their bread-winner and minister; their only friend and comforter. ... Pastrasche was their dog.