Christianity has ever been the enemy of human love.
Petty laws breed great crimes.
There is no knife that cuts so sharply and with such poisoned blade as treachery.
age is nothing but death that is conscious.
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.
What is failure except feebleness? And what is it to miss one's mark except to aim widely and weakly?