Loss of sincerity is loss of vital power.
It is with a company as it is with a punch, everything depends upon the ingredients of which it in composed.
Judicious praise is to children what the sun is to flowers.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
The loss of a beloved connection awakens an interest in Heaven before unfelt.
There is probably no hell for authors in the next world - they suffer so much from critics and publishers in this.