Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.

Time is the life of the soul.

Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide.

The Mormons make the marriage ring, like the ring of Saturn, fluid, not solid, and keep it in its place by numerous satellites.

Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn.

The air is full of farewells to the dying. And mournings for the dead.

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.