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

It is not a great Xerxes army of words, but a compact Greek ten thousand that march safely down to posterity.

Love lives on, and hath a power to bless when they who loved are hidden in the grave.

Silence is sorrow's best food.

Console yourself, dear man and brother; whatever you may be sure of, be sure at least of this, that you are dreadfully like other people. Human nature has a much greater genius for sameness than for originality.

Pride and weakness are Siamese twins.

Whom the heart of man shuts out, Sometimes the heart of God takes in, And fences them all round about With silence mid the worlds loud din.