He keeps up the rustic revels . . . and,, above all, keeps the 'merry night,' as it is termed, at Christmas. - Washington Irving

When he hung over the death-bed of his infant son Ibrahim, resignation to the Will of God was exhibited in his conduct under this keenest of afflictions; and the hope of soon rejoining his child in paradise was his consolation. When he followed him to the grave, he invoked his spirit, in the awful examination of the tomb, to hold fast to the foundations of the faith, the Unity of God, and his own mission as a Prophet.

Rising genius always shoots out its rays from among the clouds, but these will gradually roll away and disappear as it ascends to its steady luster.

There is nothing like the silence and loneliness of night to bring dark shadows over the brightest mind.