Every roof is agreeable to the eye, until it is lifted; then we find tragedy and moaning women, and hard-eyed husbands.
Beauty brings its own fancy price, for all that a man hath will he give for his love.
Trust your instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.
He who is not everyday conquering some fear has not learned the secret of life.
The longest wave is quickly lost in the sea.
He in whom the love of truth predominates . . . submits to the inconvenience of suspense and imperfect opinion; but he is a candidate for truth . . . and respects the highest law of his being.