The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.

Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.