Afflictions are but the shadows of God's wings.

A fairytale is not an allegory. There may be allegory in it, but it is not an allegory.

The seed dies into a new life, and so does man.

Life and religion are one, or neither is any thing.

Things come to the poor that can't get in at the door of the rich. Their money somehow blocks it up. It is a great privilege to be poor--one that no man covets, and brat a very few have sought to retain, but one that yet many have learned to prize.

The boy should enclose and keep, as his life, the old child at the heart of him, and never let it go. He must still, to be a right man, be his mother's darling, and more, his father's pride, and more. The child is not meant to die, but to be forever fresh born.

To give truth to him who loves it not is but to give him more plentiful material for misinterpretation.