The nearer the dawn the darker the night.

The shadows of the mind are like those of the body. In the morning of life they all lie behind us; at noon we trample them under foot; and in the evening they stretch long, broad, and deepening before us.

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark

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

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.

Into a world unknown,-the corner-stone of a nation!

Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm.