Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.

But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.

Grief is the agony of an instant. The indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

Action may not always bring happiness; but there is no happiness without action.

Yes, I am a Jew and when the ancestors of the right honorable gentleman were brutal savages in an unknown island, mine were priests in the temple of Solomon.

The practice of politics in the East may be defined by one word: dissimulation.