Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.

Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.

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

Youth comes but once in a lifetime.

Resolve and thou art free.

The moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I hear; The hour of midnight must be near... So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away: I will go down to the chapel and pray.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.