We look for some reward of our endeavors and are disappointed that not success, not happiness, not even peace of conscience, crowns our ineffectual efforts to do well. Our frailties are invincible, our virtues barren; the battle goes sore against us to the going down of the sun.

When a torrent sweeps a man against a boulder, you must expect him to scream, and you need not be surprised if the scream is sometimes a theory.

After all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.

I've a grand memory for forgetting.

The Devil, can sometimes do a very gentlemanly thing.

The bold may not live long, but the timid never live at all.

You can kill the body, but not the spirit.