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

It is curious to look back and realize upon what trivial and apparently coincidental circumstances great events frequently turn as easily and naturally as a door on its hinges.

There is no such things as magic, though there is such a thing as knowledge of the hidden ways of Nature.

The Almighty gave us our lives, and I suppose He meant us to defend them, at least I have always acted on that, and I hope it will not be brought up against me when my clock strikes.

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

We may taste of every turn of chance - now rule as Kings, now serve as Slaves; now love, now hate; now prosper, and now perish. But still, through all, we are the same; for this is the marvel of Identity.

Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.