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

Have you ever seen a child sitting on its mother’s knee listening to fairy stories? As long as the child is told of cruel giants and of the terrible suffering of beautiful princesses, it holds its head up and its eyes open; but if the mother begins to speak of happiness and sunshine, the little one closes its eyes and falls asleep with its head against her breast. . . . I am a child like that, too. Others may like stories of flowers and sunshine; but I choose the dark nights and sad destinies.

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

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

Women can do nothing that has permanence.

Never repeat a rumor before you have verified it. And if it is true, hold your tongue all the more.

For what is man's soul but a flame? It flickers in and around the body of a man as does the flame around the rough log.