Do anything, save to lie down and die!

The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.

Some illusions...are the shadows of great truths.

But she named the infant "Pearl," as being of great price-purchased with all she had-her mother's only treasure!

No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.

A man--poet, prophet, or whatever be may be--readily persuades himself of his right to all the worship that is voluntarily tendered.

It is a good lesson - though it may often be a hard one - for a man... to step aside out of the narrow circle in which his claims are recognized, and to find how utterly devoid of significance, beyond that circle, is all that he achieves, and all he aims at.