Regret of neglected opportunity is the worst hell that a living soul can inhabit.

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.

A man must sometimes laugh at himself or go mad,’ said he. ‘Few realize it. That is why there are so many madmen in the world.

When all is said, a man's final judgment of his fellows must be based upon his knowledge of himself

Do you know, André, I sometimes think that you have no heart.' 'Presumably because I sometimes betray intelligence.

Truth is so often disconcerting.