Here, no mercy is shown. One hates one's fellow man to the glory of God.

Nothing on earth can make up for the loss of one who has loved you.

For, so long as there are interesting books to read, it seems to me that neither I nor anyone else, for that matter, need be unhappy.

There is so much one would rather not believe until one has seen for oneself whether it is true.

It is often the case with the silent children about us, that they cherish a dream which they dare not talk about.

There is so little that one can do for the dead!

Strange, when you ask anyone's advice you see yourself what is right.