Sleep Comes More Easily Than It Returns.

Every Man Is A Book In Which God Himself Writes.

The Pupil Dilates In Darkness And In The End Finds Light, Just As The Soul Dilates In Misfortune And In The End Finds God.

In Joined Hands There Is Still Some Token Of Hope, In The Clenched Fist None.

A Criminal Remains A Criminal Whether He Uses A Convict's Suit Or A Monarch's Crown.

The Mother...swinging The Children By Pulling On A Length Of String, While At The Same Time She Kept And Eye On Them With That Protective Watchfulness, Half Animal, Half Angelic, Which Is The Quality Of Motherhood.