All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain.

The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.

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.

Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts.

It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.