Wondrous strong are the spells of fiction.

There is nothing perfectly secure but poverty.

All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.

Many readers judge of the power of a book by the shock it gives their feelings - as some savage tribes determine the power of muskets by their recoil; that being considered best which fairly prostrates the purchaser.

From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.