In how large a proportion of creatures is existence composed of one ruling passion, the most agonizing of all sensations--fear.

To the thinker, the most trifling external object often suggests ideas, which, like Homer's chain, extend, link after link, from earth to heaven.

Days are like years in the love of the young, when no bar, no obstacle, is between their hearts,--when the sun shines, and the course runs smooth--when their love is prosperous and confessed.

The easiest person to deceive is one's self.

Tears are akin to prayer - Pharisees parade prayers, imposters parade tears.

Life, that ever needs forgiveness, has, for its first duty, to forgive.

Love creates, love cements, love enters and harmonizes all things.