If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.

Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.

What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with wet and heavy cloud-sails and the misty pennon of the east-wind nailed to the mast.

Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.

He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.

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.

What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps.