She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.

A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich; A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.

Large, musing eyes, neither joyous nor sorry.

There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.

I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused.

Souls are gregarious in a sense, but no soul touches another, as a general rule.

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.