The love of posterity is the consequence of the necessity of death. If a man were sure of living forever here, he would not care about his offspring.

Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.

The calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view

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

This above all: be true, be true, be true.

Or-but this more rarely happened-she would be convulsed with a rage of grief, and sob out her love for her mother, in broken words, and seem intent on proving that she had a heart, by breaking it.

Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.