She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.

A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.

Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.

Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.

If truth were everywhere to be shown, a scarlet letter would blaze forth on many a bosom.

In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it.

The book, if you would see anything in it, requires to be read in the clear, brown, twilight atmosphere in which it was written; if opened in the sunshine, it is apt to look exceedingly like a volume of blank pages.