Christian faith is a grand cathedral, with divinely pictured windows. Standing without, you see no glory, nor can possibly imagine any; standing within, every ray of light reveals a harmony of unspeakable splendors.

The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.

The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison.

I heard a neigh. Oh, such a brisk and melodious neigh it was. My very heart leapt with the sound.

Life is made up of marble and mud.

A screen... the scenery and the figures of life were perfectly represented, but with that bewitching, yet indescribably difference, which always makes a picture, an image, or a shadow, so much more attractive than the original.

And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.