Try first thyself, and after call in God; For to the worker God himself lends aid.
There is something in the pang of change more than the heart can bear, unhappiness remembering happiness.
Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.
Circumstances rule men and not men rule circumstances.
Oh, what a vileness human beauty is; corroding, corrupting everything it touches.
I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.