There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and to have recovered hope.
There is heroism even in the circles of hell for fellow-sinners who cling to each other in the fiery whirlwind and never recriminate.
There is a sort of subjection which is the peculiar heritage of largeness and of love; and strength is often only another name for willing bondage to irremediable weakness.
There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
There are many victories worse than a defeat.
There are but two sorts of government: one where men show their teeth at each other, and one where men show their tongues and lick the feet of the strongest.
The yoke a man creates for himself by wrong-doing will breed hate in the kindliest nature.
The worst of all hobbies are those that people think they can get money at. They shoot their money down like corn out of a sack then.
The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities.
The truth is the hardest missile one can be pelted with.
The troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.
