Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?

How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it.

Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.

But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.

And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.

Though sympathy alone can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!