In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother.

Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.

A million candles have burned themselves out. Still I read on. (Montresor)

We gave him a hearty welcome, for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the man.

My next thought concerned the choice of an impression, or effect, to be conveyed: and here I may as well observe that, throughout the construction, I kept steadily in view the design.

In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother.

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.