We are most of us very lonely in this world; you who have any who love you, cling to them and thank God.

You can't order remembrance out of the mind; and a wrong that was a wrong yesterday must be a wrong to-morrow.

Presently, we were aware of an odour gradually coming towards us, something musky, fiery, savoury, mysterious, - a hot drowsy smell, that lulls the senses, and yet enflames them, - the truffles were coming.

Time passes, Time the consoler, Time the anodyne.

Revenge may be wicked, but it’s natural.

Vanity is often the unseen spur.

Life is soul's nursery- its training place for the destinies of eternity.