Intelligence Is The Wife, Imagination Is The

Death Belongs To God Alone; By What Right Do Men Touch That Unknown Thing?

There Is No More Sovereign Eloquence Than The Truth In Indignation.

He Left Her. She Was Dissatisfied With Him. He Had Preferred To Incur Her Anger Rather Than Cause Her Pain. He Had Kept All The Pain For Himself.

It Is By Suffering That Human Beings Become Angels.

Strong And Rare Natures Are Thus Created; Misery, Almost Always A Stepmother, Is Sometimes A Mother; Privation Gives Birth To Power Of Soul And Mind; Distress Is The Nurse Of Self-respect; Misfortune Is A Good Breast For Great Souls.