| There is no applause that so flatters a man as that which he wrings from unwilling throats. |
| Power is sweet, and when you are a little clerk you love its sweetness quite as much as if you were an emperor, and maybe you love it a good deal more. |
| Fame! It is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises. |
| Truth is a rough, honest, helter-skelter terrier, that none like to see brought into their drawing-rooms. |
| There is a chord in every human heart than has a sigh in it if touched aright. |
| It is a kind of blindness - poverty. We can only grope through life when we are poor, hitting and aiming ourselves against every angle. |
| To vice, innocence must always seem only a superior kind of chicanery. |
| Take hope from the heart of man, and you make him a beast of prey. |
| A great love is an absolute isolation and an absolute absorption. |
| Familiarity is a magician that is cruel to beauty but kind to ugliness. |