Death? Translated into the heavenly tongue, that word means life!
The disciples found angels at the grave of Him they loved; and we should always find them too, but that our eyes are too full of tears for seeing.
Genius unexerted is no more genius than a bushel of acorns is a forest of oaks.
If men had wings and bore black feathers, Few of them would be clever enough to be crows.
Books are the windows through which the soul looks out.
The monkey is an organized sarcasm upon the human race.