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

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

There are disappointments which wring us, and there are those which inflict a wound whose mark we bear to our graves. Such are so keen that no future gratification of the same desire can ever obliterate them: they become registered as a permanent loss of happiness.

A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.

It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity

The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.

I have felt lately, more and more, that my present way of living is bad in every respect.