The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of our kind, and the next we see in them the reflection of the divine image.

Quote by Charles W Chesnutt

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As man sows, so shall he reap. In works of fiction, such men are sometimes...

As man sows, so shall he reap. In works of fiction, such men are sometimes...

Impossibilities are merely things of which we have not learned, or which we do not...

Impossibilities are merely things of which we have not learned, or which we do not...

Those that set in motion the forces of evil cannot always control them afterwards.

Those that set in motion the forces of evil cannot always control them afterwards.

There's time enough, but none to spare.

There's time enough, but none to spare.

Sins, like chickens, come home to roost.

Sins, like chickens, come home to roost.