Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence.

It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, - always do what you are afraid to do.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.

Every man has his secret sorrows.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

Let us be merciful as well as just.