Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar?
Yet habit - strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?
There are hardly five critics in America; and several of them are asleep.
Is there some principal of nature which states that we never know the quality of what we have until it is gone?
There is all of the difference in the world between paying and being paid.
There is sorrow in the world, but goodness too; and goodness that is not greenness, either, no more than sorrow is.
They talk of the dignity of work. The dignity is in leisure.
Know, thou, that the lines that live are turned out of a furrowed brow.
Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.
Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.