Generosity is the flower of justice.

She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness... Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods... The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers—stern and wild ones—and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.

Amid the seeming confusion of our mysterious world , individuals are so nicely adjusted to a system, and systems to one another and to a whole, that, by stepping aside for a moment, a man exposes himself to a fearful risk of losing his place forever. (Wakefield)

Death possesses a good deal, of real estate, namely, the graveyard in every town.

Would Time but await the close of our favorite follies, we should all be young men, all of us, and until Doom's Day.

Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.

Moonlight is sculpture.