Time has a doomsday book, upon whose pages he is continually recording illustrious names. But as often as a new name is written there, an old one disappears. Only a few stand in illuminated characters never to be effaced.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

It is Lucifer, The son of mystery; And since God suffers him to be, He too, is God's minister, And labors for some good By us not understood.

The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.

It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives.

A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat.