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

I sometimes fancy," said Hilda, on whose susceptibility the scene always made a strong impression, "that Rome--mere Rome--will crowd everything else out of my heart.

Life is made up of marble and mud.

A long time ago, in a town with which I used to be familiarly acquainted, there dwelt an elderly person of grim aspect, known by the name and title of Doctor Grimshawe, whose household consisted of a remarkably pretty and vivacious boy, and a perfect rosebud of a girl, two or three years younger than he, and an old maid of all work, of strangely mixed breed, crusty in temper and wonderfully sluttish in attire.

What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!

We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.

Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.