Black chaos comes, and the fettered gods of the earth say, Let there be light.

We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.

Measurement of life should be proportioned rather to the intensity of the experience than to its actual length.

Silence has sometimes a remarkable power of showing itself as the disembodied soul of feeling wandering without its carcase, and it is then more impressive than speech.

Many of her thoughts were perfect syllogisms; unluckily they always remained thoughts. Only a few were irrational assumptions; but, unfortunately, they were the ones which most frequently grew into deeds

Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.

Done because we are too many.