Come down here once, and use your eyes, and you will know more than we can teach you.

Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever!

O, ye who visit the distressed, do ye know that everything your money can buy, given with a cold, averted face, is not worth one honest tear shed in real sympathy?

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!

I make no manner of doubt that you threw a very diamond of truth at me, though you see it hit me so directly in the face that it wasn't exactly appreciated, at first.

I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people's glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.