She blushed and so did he. She greeted him in a faltering voice, and he spoke to her without knowing what he was saying.
History is only the register of crimes and misfortunes.
The more estimable the offender, the greater the torment.
Writing is the painting of the voice.
There is an astonishing imagination, even in the science of mathematics.
I die adoring God, loving my friends, not hating my enemies, and detesting superstition.