I want to know what it says," he answered, looking steadily in her face. "The sea Floy, what is it that it keeps on saying? - Charles Dickens

Send forth the child and childish man together, and blush for the pride that libels our own old happy state, and gives its title to an ugly and distorted image.

Grief never mended no broken bones, and as good people’s wery scarce, what I says is, make the most on ’em.

We need be careful how we deal with those about us, when every death carries to some small circle of survivors, thoughts of so much omitted, and so little done- of so many things forgotten, and so many more which might have been repaired! There is no remorse so deep as that which is unavailing; if we would be spared its tortures, let us remember this, in time.