Where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident, chaos will soon reign.

‎"Dost thou understand? I love thee!" he cried again."What love!" said the unhappy girl with a shudder.He resumed,--"The love of a damned soul.

Religion, Society, and Nature--these are the three struggles of man.

When I speak to you about myself, I am speaking to you about yourself. How is it you don't see that?

There is no distress so complete but that even in the most critical moments the inexplicable sunrise of hope is seen in its depths.

It is by suffering that human beings become angels.

Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it.