First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.

What do you think? Young women of rank eat - you will never guess what - garlick!

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.

In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.

All things are sold: the very light of heaven is venal; earth's unsparing gifts of love, the smallest and most despicable things that lurk in the abysses of the deep, all objects of our life, even life itself, and the poor pittance which the laws allow of liberty, the fellowship of man, those duties which his heart of human love should urge him to perform instinctively, are bought and sold as in a public mart of not disguising selfishness, that sets on each its price, the stamp-mark of her reign.

Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.

The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose.