In the schoolroom her quick mind had taken readily that strong starch of unexplained rules and disconnected facts which saves ignorance from any painful sense of limpness.

Primary (the LDS Church's Sunday school for children) is where you go to do with somebody else's mother the things you would do with your own mother if she weren't so busy teaching Primary.

Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.

The tale of the Divine Pity was never yet believed from lips that were not felt to be moved by human pity.

He was one of those men, and they are not the commonest, of whom we can know the best only by following them away from the marketplace, the platform, and the pulpit, entering with them into their own homes, hearing the voice with which they speak to the young and aged about their own hearthstone, and witnessing their thoughtful care for the everyday wants of everyday companions, who take all their kindness as a matter of course, and not as a subject for panegyric.

In every parting there is an image of death.

Sane people did what their neighbors did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.