It is very singular how the fact of a man's death often seems to give people a truer idea of his character, whether for good or evil, than they have ever possessed while he was living and acting among them.

As a general rule, Providence seldom vouchsafes to mortals any more than just that degree of encouragement which suffices to keep them at a reasonably full exertion of their powers.

She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.

It loves more readily than it hates.

One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the applause of mankind, from generation to generation until the colors fade and blacken out of sight or the canvas rot entirely away.

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

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