I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

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

Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

Remorse begets reform.

The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.

How readily we wish time spent revoked, that we might try the ground again where once--through inexperience, as we now perceive--we missed that happiness we might have found!