Time passes, Time the consoler, Time the anodyne.

We who have lived before railways were made belong to another world. It was only yesterday, but what a gulf between now and then! Then was the old world. Stage-coaches, more or less swift, riding-horses, pack-horses, highwaymen, knights in armor, Norman invaders, Roman legions, Druids, Ancient Britons painted blue, and so forth -- all these belong to the old period. But your railroad starts the new era, and we of a certain age belong to the new time and the old one. We who lived before railways, and survive out of the ancient world, are like Father Noah and his family out of the Ark.

Come children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.

The affection of young ladies is of as rapid growth as Jack's beanstalk, and reaches up to the sky in a night.

I wonder is it because men are cowards in heart that they admire bravery so much, and place military valor so far beyond every other quality for reward and worship.

There is a skeleton in every house.

There are many sham diamonds in this life which pass for real, and vice versa.