Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!

Between the reputation of the author living and the reputation of the same author dead there is ever a wide discrepancy.

The possession of unlimited power will make a despot of almost any man. There is a possible Nero in the gentlest human creature that walks.

Imagine all human beings swept off the face of the earth, excepting one man. Imagine this man in some vast city, New York or London. Imagine him on the third or fourth day of his solitude sitting in a house and hearing a ring at the door-bell!

It is the Lord's Day, and I do believe that cheerful hearts and faces are not unpleasant in His sight.

With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.

It were better to be a soldier's widow than a coward's wife.