There is so much wretchedness in the world, that we may safely take the word of any mortal professing to need our assistance; and, even should we be deceived, still the good to ourselves resulting from a kind act is worth more than the trifle by which we purchase it.

She wanted—what some people want throughout life—a grief that should deeply touch her, and thus humanize and make her capable of sympathy.

A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats.

The Christian faith is a grand cathedral with divinely pictured windows.

This greatest mortal consolation, which we derive from the transitoriness of all things-from the right of saying, in every conjuncture, "This, too, will pass away.

Labor is the curse of the world, and nobody can meddle with it without becoming proportionately brutalized.

But this had been a sin of passion, not of principle, nor even purpose.