Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who remembers the heavens.

The loss of a mother is always keenly felt, even if her health be such as to incapacitate her from taking an active part in the care of the family. She is the sweet rallying-point for affection, obedience, and a thousand tendernesses. Dreary the blank when she is withdrawn!

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.

...to kill animals for the purpose of feeding on their flesh is one of the most deplorable and shameful infirmities of the human state

True love is the ripe fruit of a lifetime.

Sad is his lot, who, once at least in his life, has not been a poet.

If greatness of purpose, smallness of means, and astonishing results are the three criteria of a human genius, who could dare compare any great man in history with Muhammad?