Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.

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

Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream

Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.

What is there so ponderous in evil, that a thumb's bigness of it should outweigh the mass of things not evil, which were heaped into the other scale!

The heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it!

Every young sculptor seems to think that he must give the world some specimen of indecorous womanhood, and call it Eve, Venus, a Nymph, or any name that may apologize for a lack of decent clothing.