Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.

Let us be merciful as well as just.

So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest.

The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.

No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead.

The sentence of the first murderer was pronounced by the Supreme Judge of the universe. Was it death? No, it was life. 'A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth'; and 'Whosoever slayeth Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold.

Our hearts are lamps for ever burning.