It is by suffering that human beings become angels.

There comes an hour when protest no longer suffices; after philosophy there must be action; the strong hand finishes what the idea has sketched.

Large, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they were the cobwebs of the firmament.

To love or have loved is all-sufficing. We must not ask for more. No other pearl is to be found in the shadowfolds of life. To love is an accomplishment.

Pain is as diverse as man. One suffers as one can.

A republic may be called the climate of civilization.

Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.