What woman, however old, has not the bridal-favours and raiment stowed away, and packed in lavender, in the inmost cupboards of her heart?

I will bring order from chaos and light from darkness.

To forego even ambition when the end is gained - who can say this is not greatness?

If a secret history of books could be written, and the author's private thoughts and meanings noted down alongside of his story, how many insipid volumes would become interesting, and dull tales excite the reader!

Could the best and kindest of us who depart from the earth have an opportunity of revisiting it, I suppose he or she (assuming that any Vanity Fair feelings subsist in the sphere whither we are bound) would have a pang of mortification at finding how soon our survivors were consoled.

Tis not the dying for a faith that's so hard... 'Tis the living up to it that's difficult.

Business first; pleasure afterwards.