Of all the events which constitute a person's biography, there is scarcely one ... to which the world so easily reconciles itself as to his death.

Strength is incomprehensible by weakness, and, therefore, the more terrible.

Just as there comes a warm sunbeam into every cottage window, so comes a lovebeam of God's care and pity for every separate need.

Every crime destroys more Edens than our own

Ugliness without tact is horrible.

If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.

She could no longer borrow from the future to ease her present grief.