A word that has been said may be unsaid-it is but air. But when a deed is done, it cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow.

It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.

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

As Unto the bow the the cord is , So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him , yet she follows: Useless each without the other.

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.

The prayer of Ajax was for light.

And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid.