Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love.
His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.
What says the law? You will not kill. How does it say it? By killing!
I put a Phrygian cap on the old dictionary.
In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none.
There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful thing to see a living being lose his hold upon it, and fall like a ripe fruit.