All merely graceful attributes are usually the most evanescent.

Many writers lay very great stress upon some definite moral purpose, at which they profess to aim their works.

What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!

This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.

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.

If truth were everywhere to be shown, a scarlet letter would blaze forth on many a bosom.

All merely graceful attributes are usually the most evanescent.