No star ever rose or set without influence somewhere.

The world is a nettle; disturb it, it stings. Grasp it firmly, it stings not.

There is purpose in pain; otherwise it were devilish.

Heaven's slow but sure redress of human ills.

Only by knowledge of that which is not thyself, shall thyself be learned.

Whenever I hear French spoken as I approve, I find myself quietly falling in love.

Words, however, are things.