Few minds wear out; more rust out.

Weakness ineffectually seeks to disguise itself,--like a drunken man trying to show how sober he is.

Love's sweetest meanings are unspoken; the full heart knows no rhetoric of words.

The nearest approximation to an understanding of life is to feel it--to realize it to the full--to be a profound and inscrutable mystery.

The trouble with men of sense is that they are so dreadfully in earnest all the while.

Earnestness is the devotion of all the faculties.

The Breath becomes a stone; the stone, a plant; the plant, an animal; the animal, a man; the man, a spirit; and the spirit, a god.