Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.

When fate has allowed to any man more than one great gift, accident or necessity seems usually to contrive that one shall encumber and impede the other.

We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure.

The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty.

Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?

When I hear that a personal friend has fallen into matrimonial courses, I feel the same sorrow as if I had heard of his lapsing into theism — a holy sorrow, unmixed with anger.

Despair the twin-born of devotion.