O may I join the choir invisible of those immortal dead who live again in minds made better by their presence; live in pulses stirred to generosity, in deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn for miserable aims that end with self, in thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, and with their mild persistence urge men's search to vaster issues.

Souls live on in perpetual echoes.

Fear was stronger than the calculation of probabilities.

Breed is stronger than pasture.

The troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.

Correct English is the slang of prigs.

'Character," says Novalis, in one of his questionable aphorisms - character is destiny'.