Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
Taste is the common sense of genius.
Our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds.
I only take a half share in the civil war; I am willing to die, I am not willing to kill.
Men become accustomed to poison by degrees.
One sometimes says: 'He killed himself because he was bored with life.' One ought rather to say: 'He killed himself because he was bored by lack of life.'