Souls live on in perpetual echoes.

The law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake, should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them.

It is a sad weakness in us, after all, that the thought of a man's death hallows him anew to us; as if life were not sacred too.

I protest against any absolute conclusion.

Nothing at times is more expressive than silence.

In the first moments when we come away from the presence of death, every other relation to the living is merged, to our feeling, in the great relation of a common nature and a common destiny.

Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses.