Fancy tortures more people than does reality
Friendship needs to be rooted in respect, but love can live upon itself alone
Who has passed by the fates of disillusion has died twice.
A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run.
It is hard work to be good when you are very little and very hungry, and have many sticks to beat you, and no mother's lips to kiss you.
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.