No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.

It's but little good you'll do a-watering the last year's crops

Awful Night! Ancestral mystery of mysteries.

Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far, The voice divine of human loyalty.

What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?

The rich ate and drank freely, accepting gout and apoplexy as things that ran mysteriously in respectable families.

There are various orders of beauty, causing men to make fools of themselves in various styles, from the desperate to the sheepish; but there is one order of beauty which seems made to turn the heads not only of men, but of all intelligent mammals, even of women. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle and to engage in conscious mischief — a beauty with which you can never be angry, but that you feel ready to crush for inability to comprehend the state of mind into which it throws you.