I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me. - Charles Dickens

When I speak of home, I speak of the place where in default of a better — those I love are gathered together; and if that place where a gypsy's tent, or a barn, I should call it by the same good name notwithstanding.

…vices are sometimes only virtues carried to excess!

The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison, that he looked like death; not death as it shews in shroud and coffin, but in the guise it wears when life has just departed; when a young and gentle spirit has, but an instant, fled to Heaven: and the gross air of the world has not had time to breathe upon the changing dust it hallowed.