Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Death was not to be a leap: it was to be a long descent under thickening shadows.

The sweetest of all success is that which one wins by hard exertion.

That's what a man wants in a wife, mostly; he wants to make sure one fool tells him he's wise.

Marriage, which has been the bourne of so many narratives, is still a great beginning, as it was to Adam and Eve, who kept their honey-moon in Eden, but had their first little one among the thorns and thistles of the wilderness. It is still the beginning of the home epic - the gradual conquest or irremediable loss of that complete union which make the advancing years a climax, and age the harvest of sweet memories in common.

Does any one suppose that private prayer is necessarily candid--necessarily goes to the roots of action! Private prayer is inaudible speech, and speech is representative: who can represent himself just as he is, even in his own reflections?

The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.