Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing.
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.
Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.
Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.
The air is full of farewells to the dying. And mournings for the dead.