The cruelest lies are often told in silence. A man may have sat in a room for hours and not opened his teeth, and yet come out of that room a disloyal friend or a vile calumniator.

You can kill the body, but not the spirit.

I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin.

The full truth of this odd matter is what the world has long been looking for and the public curiosity is sure to welcome.

and he began to understand what a wild game we play in life; he began to understand that a thing once done cannot be undone nor changed by saying "I am sorry!

There is no foreign land; it is the traveller only that is foreign.

Doubtless the world is quite right in a million ways; but you have to be kicked about a little to convince you of the fact.