Endurance is the crowning quality, And patience all the passion of great hearts.

What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.

Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.

There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

It is not the insurrections of ignorance that are dangerous but the revolts of the intelligence.

But all Gods angels come to us disguised...