Time is, after all, the greatest of poets; and the sons of Memory stand a better chance of being the heirs of Fame.

The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, and still fluttered down the snow.

A word once vulgarized can never be rehabilitated.

They enslave their children's children who make compromise with sin.

Who is it needs such flawless shafts as fate? What archer of his arrows is so choice, or hits the white so surely?

The opening of the first grammar school was the opening of the first trench against monopoly in Church and State.

We look at death through the cheap-glazed windows of the flesh, and believe him the monster which the flawed and cracked glass represents him.