Of how many women might the history be comprised in those few words - 'she lived, suffered, and was buried'!

Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man; youth never.

As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.

The moment one begins to solder right and wrong together, one's conscience becomes like a piece of plated goods.

Have the courage to appear poor and you disarm poverty of its sharpest sting.

To some characters, fame is like an intoxicating cup placed to the lips,--they do well to turn away from it who fear it will turn their heads. But to others fame is "love disguised," the love that answers to love in its widest, most exalted sense.

Out of the attempt to harmonize our actual life with our aspirations, our experience with our faith, we make poetry, - or, it may be, religion.