If an offense come out of the truth, better is it that the offense come than that the truth be concealed.

It was still early, and the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet.

This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don’t you think so?

So do flux and reflux--the rhythm of change--alternate and persist in everything under the sky.

My wicked heart will ramble on in spite of myself. (Arabella)

Everybody must be managed. Queens must be managed. Kings must be managed, for men want managing almost as much as women, and that's saying a good deal.

In the ill-judged execution of the well-judged plan of things the call seldom produces the comer, the man to love rarely coincides with the hour for loving