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

A throng of bearded men in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoods, and other bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes.

Great men need to be lifted upon the shoulders of the whole world, in order to conceive their great ideas or perform their great deeds. That is, there must be an atmosphere of greatness round about them. A hero cannot be a hero unless in an heroic world.

Come, therefore, and let us fling mud at them!

No, my little Pearl! Thou must gather thine own sunshine. I have none to give thee.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.

When an uninstructed multitude attempts to see with its eyes, it is exceedingly apt to be deceived.