There's plenty of fire in the coldest flint!

no matter how hard and faithfully we may try we can never compensate another for some lack in his or her life.

Too much good fortune can make you smug and unaware. Happiness should be like an oasis, the greener for the desert that surrounds it.

I've seen public opinion shift like the wind and put out the very fire it lighted.

No hardy perennial has the enduring quality of hope. Cut it to the roots, stamp it underfoot, let frost and fire work their will, and still some valiant shoot will push, to grow again on such scanty fare as it can find. Only time and the cruel quicklime of fact can destroy that stubborn urgency.

And scandal has a way of catching up with those who disregard its power.

It's terrible when the weak are also cruel for then we are defenseless against them.