Depending upon one another's hearts, ye had still hoped that virtue were not all a dream. Now are ye undeceived. Evil is the nature of mankind.

Every individual has a place to fill in the world and is important in some respect whether he chooses to be so or not.

What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?

In all her intercourse with society, however, there was nothing that made her feel as if she belonged to it... She stood apart from mortal interests, yet close beside them, like a ghost that revisits the familiar fireside, and can no longer make itself seen or felt.

All merely graceful attributes are usually the most evanescent.

Earth has one angel less and heaven one more, since yesterday.

Sunlight is painting.