Ideas can no more flow backward than can a river.
He is the best gentleman that is the son of his own deserts, and not the degenerated heir of another's virtue.
At the moment when her eyes closed, when all feeling vanished in her, she thought that she felt a touch of fire imprinted on her lips, a kiss more burning than the red-hot iron of the executioner.
What is fright by night is curiosity by day.
The holy law of Jesus Christ governs our civilisation, but it does not yet permeate it.
Every man is a book in which God himself writes.