Can anybody tell what sorrows are locked up with our best affections, or what pain may be associated with every pleasure?

The ship, built on one element, but designed to have its life in another, seemed an image of the soul, formed and fashioned with many a weary hammer-stroke in this life, but finding its true element only when it sails out into the ocean of eternity.

After all, let a man take what pains he may to hush it down, a human soul is an awful, ghostly, unquiet possession for a bad man to have. Who knows the metes and bounds of it? Who knows all its awful perhapses,--those shudderings and tremblings, which it can no more live down than it can outlive its own eternity?

A man builds a house in England with the expectation of living in it and leaving it to his children; we shed our houses in America as easily as a snail does his shell.

As oil will find its way into crevices where water cannot penetrate, so song will find its way where speech can no longer enter.

If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you.

Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.