Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I seek, the heaven above And the road below me.

Some places speak distinctly. Certain dark gardens cry aloud for a murder; certain old houses demand to be haunted; certain coasts are set apart for shipwreck.

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.

I've a grand memory for forgetting.

I incline to Cain's heresy," he used to say quaintly: "I let my brother go to the devil in his own way.

There comes an end to all things; the most capacious measure is filled at last; and this brief condescension to evil finally destroyed the balance of my soul.

Everyday courage has few witnesses. But yours is no less noble because no drum beats for you and no crowds shout your name.