The malicious have a dark happiness.

To commit the least possible sin is the law for man. To live without sin is the dream of an angel. Everything terrestrial is subject to sin. Sin is a gravitation.

He is the best gentleman that is the son of his own deserts, and not the degenerated heir of another's virtue.

The sewer is the conscience of the city.

Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

The jostling of young minds against each other has this wonderful attribute, that one can never foresee the spark, nor predict the flash. What will spring up in a moment? Nobody knows.

Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.