when a man had deserved his good luck, it was the part of his neighbours to wish him joy. - George Eliot

You told me the truth when you said to me once, "There's a sort of wrong that can never be made up for".

Tito was experiencing that inexorable law of human souls, that we prepare ourselves for sudden deeds by the reiterated choice of good or evil that gradually determines character.

A man never lies with more delicious languor under the influence of a passion than when he has persuaded himself that he shall subdue it to-morrow.