Think then what it is to live on here eternally and yet be human; toage in soul and see our beloved die and pass to lands whither we maynot hope to follow; to wait while drop by drop the curse of the longcenturies falls upon our imperishable being, like water slow drippingon a diamond that it cannot wear, till they be born anew forgetful ofus, and again sink from our helpless arms into the void unknowable.

Memory haunts me from age to age, and passion leads me by the hand--evil have I done, and with sorrow have I made acquaintance from age to age, and from age to age evil shall I do, and sorrow shall I know till my redemption comes.

Laughter and bitterness are often the veils with which a sore heart wraps its weakness from the world.

Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it.

The law of England is much more severe upon offences against property than against the person, as becomes a people whose ruling passion is money.

Strange are the pictures of the future that mankind can thus draw with this brush of faith and these many-coloured pigments of the imagination! Strange, too, that no one of them tallies with another!

Ah! If man would but see that hope is from within and not from without - that he himself must work out his own salvation.