But Fate is stronger than all of us, and willed what has come to pass.

Ah vanity of vanities! How wayward the decrees of fate are, How very weak the very wise, How very small the very great are

'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.

What money is better bestowed than that of a schoolboy's tip? How the kindness is recalled by the recipient in after days! It blesses him that gives and him that takes.

Kindnesses are easily forgotten; but injuries! what worthy man does not keep those in mind?

An evil person is like a dirty window, they never let the light shine through.