Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

I intend to put up with nothing that I can put down.

Men of genius are far more abundant than is supposed. In fact, to appreciate thoroughly the work of what we call genius, is to possess all the genius by which the work was produced.

In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother.

In for ever knowing, we are for ever blessed; but to know all were the curse of a fiend

The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?