Alas! we must suffer ourselves before we can feel for others.
A father is the one friend upon whom we can always rely. In the hour of need, when all else fails, we remember him upon whose knees we sat when children, and who soothed our sorrows; and even though he may be unable to assist us, his mere presence serves to comfort and strengthen us.
He was as yet not sufficiently experienced in ruffianism to know that one villain always sacrifices another to advance his own project; he was credulous enough to believe in the old adage of honor amongst thieves.
Women never confess; even when they seemingly resign themselves to such a course, they are never sincere.
Woman submits to her fate; man makes his.
Revenge is a luscious fruit which you must leave to ripen.