Good manners are made up of petty sacrifices. >>
The power of love, as the basis of a State, has never been tried. >>
Why should we be cowed by the name of Action?. >>
The death of a dear friend, wife, brother, lover, which seemed nothing >>
Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak >>
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unber >>
The death of a dear friend, wife, brother, lover, which seemed nothing but privation, somewhat later assumes the aspect of a guide or genius; for it commonly operates revolutions in our way of life, terminates an epoch of infancy or of youth which was waiting to be closed, breaks up a wonted occupation, or a household, or style of living, and allows the formation of new ones more friendly to the growth of character.