Keep the imagination sane--that is one of the truest conditions of communion with heaven.

Nobody will use other people's experience, nor have any of his own till it is too late to use it.

There can be...no power...to disclose...the secrets that may be buried with a human heart. The heart, making itself guilty of such secrets, must perforce hold them until the day when all hidden things be revealed.

Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.

Most people are so constituted that they can only be virtuous in a certain routine; an irregular course of life demoralizes them.

Not yet hardened, many young die good.

Keep the imagination sane--that is one of the truest conditions of communion with heaven.