What we call real estate - the solid ground to build a house on - is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.

Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.

The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.

Thus we see, too, in the world that some persons assimilate only what is ugly and evil from the same moral circumstances which supply good and beautiful results--the fragrance of celestial flowers--to the daily life of others.

Writing can come naturally to some. Still, when it comes to good writing, this is true: Easy reading is damn hard writing.

Some attribute had departed from her, the permanence of which had been essential to keep her a woman. Such is frequently the fate, and such the stern development, of the feminine character and person, when the woman has encountered, and lived through, an experience of peculiar severity. If she be all tenderness, she will die. If she survive, the tenderness will either be crushed out of her, or—and the outward semblance is the same—crushed so deeply into her heart that it can never show itself more.

The love of science to rival the love of woman, in its depth and absorbing energy.