Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.

Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes.

No coward soul is mine.

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.