One way of getting an idea of our fellow-countrymen's miseries is to go and look at their pleasures.

What should I do—how should I act now, this very day . . . What she would resolve to do that day did not yet seem quite clear, but something that she could achieve stirred her as with an approaching murmur which would soon gather distinctness.

The very truth hath a colour from the disposition of the utterer.

in certain crises direct expression of sympathy is the least possible to those who most feel sympathy.

Well, well, my boy, if good luck knocks at your door, don't you put your head out at window and tell it to be gone about its business, that's all.

The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.

But with regard to critical occasions, it often happens that all moments seem comfortably remote until the last.