The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!
For he that does good, having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he forbears.
Adversity is, to me at least, a tonic and a bracer.
Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of.
In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.
In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.