Books Are Sepulchres Of Thought.

People Of A Lively Imagination Are Generally Curious, And Always So When A Little In Love.

A Feeling Of Sadness And Longing, That Is Not Akin To Pain, And Resembles Sorrow Only As The Mist Resembles The Rain.

Fair Words Gladden So Many A Heart.

God Sifted A Whole Nation That He Might Send Choice Grain Over Into This Wilderness.

A Word That Has Been Said May Be Unsaid-it Is But Air. But When A Deed Is Done, It Cannot Be Undone, Nor Can Our Thoughts Reach Out To All The Mischiefs That May Follow.