Generosity Is The Flower Of Justice.

She Poured Out The Liquid Music Of Her Voice To Quench The Thirst Of His Spirit.

Sunlight Is Painting.

My Wife Is - In The Strictest Sense - My Sole Companion, And I Need No Other. There Is No Vacancy In My Mind Any More Than In My Heart.

Death Possesses A Good Deal, Of Real Estate, Namely, The Graveyard In Every Town.

There Is Something More Awful In Happiness Than In Sorrow--the Latter Being Earthly And Finite, The Former Composed Of The Substance And Texture Of Eternity, So That Spirits Still Embodied May Well Tremble At It.