The greatest possible mint of style is to make the words absolutely disappear into the thought.

The heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it!

There is something more awful in happiness than in sorrow--the latter being earthly and finite, the former composed of the substance and texture of eternity, so that spirits still embodied may well tremble at it.

The Christian faith is a grand cathedral with divinely pictured windows.

My fortune somewhat resembled that of a person who should entertain an idea of committing suicide, and, altogether beyond his hopes, meet with the good hap to be murdered.

Now are ye undeceived. Evil is the nature of mankind. Evil must be your only happiness. Welcome again, my children, to the communion of your race.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.