Despair Is The Only Genuine Atheism.

Humanity Is Never So Beautiful As When Praying For Forgiveness, Or Else Forgiving Another.

A Man Never Discloses His Own Character So Clearly As When He Describes Anothers.

He Thought Of The Mouldering Child, Which Laid Its Withered Thin Arms Around His Soul, As If It Were His Own, And To Whom Death Had Given As Much As A God Gave To Endymion, — Sleep, Eternal Youth, And Immortality.

It Is Easy To Flatter; It Is Harder To Praise.

The Look Of A King Is Itself A Deed.