Midnight,--strange mystic hour,--when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin.

One of the greatest reforms that could be, in these reforming days ... would be to have women architects. The mischief with the houses built to rent is that they are all male contrivances.

So we go, so little knowing what we touch and what touches us as we talk! We drop out a common piece of news, "Mr. So-and-so is dead, Miss Such-a-one is married, such a ship has sailed," and lo, on our right hand or on our left, some heart has sunk under the news silently - gone down in the great ocean of Fate, without even a bubble rising to tell its drowning pang. And this - God help us! - is what we call living!

The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.

Whipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.

intemperance in eating is one of the most fruitful of all causes of disease and death.

Greek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale.