Castles in the air cost a vast deal to keep up.

Revenge is a common passion; it is the sin of the uninstructed.

The haughty woman who can stand alone, and requires no leaning-place in our hearts, loses the spell of her sex.

Vanity calculates but poorly on the vanity of others; what a virtue we should distil from frailty, what a world of pain we should save our brethren, if we would suffer our own weakness to be the measure of theirs.

Faith builds in the dungeon and lazarhouse its sublimest shrines; and up, through roofs of stone, that shut out the eye of heaven, ascends the ladder where the angels glide to and fro,--prayer.

We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.

Kindness like light speaks in the air it gilds.