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.
Labor is life; thought is light.
If she gives me all her time it is because I have all her heart.
Is it not when the fall is the lowest that charity ought to be the greatest?
A man trying to escape never thinks himself sufficiently concealed.
Almost all our desires, when examined, contain something too shameful to reveal.