Love with life is heaven; and life, unloving, hell.

A spark is a little thing, yet it may kindle the world.

A man looketh on his little one as a being of better hope; in himself ambition is dead, but it bath a resurrection in his son.

He who does not tire, tires adversity.

Faith may rise into miracles of might, as some few wise men have shown; faith may sink into credulities of weakness, as the mass of fools have witnessed.

I have sped by land and sea, and mingled with much people, but never yet could find a spot unsunned by human kindness.

O Death, what are thou? nurse of dreamless slumbers freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal.