Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.

Blest be the art that can immortalize,--the art that baffles time's tyrannic claim to quench it.

The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.

The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.

The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.

[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.