He watched it with that strange interest in trivial things that we try to develop when things of high import make us afraid, or when we are stirred by some new emotion for which we cannot find expression...

“On an occasion of this kind it becomes more than a moral duty to speak one's mi…”

“It's the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.”

“Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man's face. It cannot be concealed.P…”

“Life cheats us with shadows. We ask it for pleasure. It gives it to us with bit…”