It came to Mr. Blood, as he trudged forward under the laden apple-trees on that fragrant, delicious July morning, that man—as he had long suspected—was the vilest work of God, and that only a fool would set himself up as a healer of a species that was best exterminated.

The love that is never to be realized will often remain a man's guiding ideal.

He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.

Truth is so often disconcerting.

Open the history of the past at whatsoever page you will and there you shall find coincidence at work bringing about events that the merest chance might have averted. Indeed, coincidence may be defined as the tool used by Fate to shape the destinies of men and nations.

But they were fated to misunderstand each other.

In life we pay for the evil that in life we do.