This world is given as the prize for the men in earnest; and that which is true of this world, is truer still of the world to come.

That friend, given to you by circumstances over which you have not control, was God's own gift.

Tell men that God is love; that right is right, and wrong, wrong; let them cease to admire philanthropy, and begin to love men; cease to pant for heaven, and begin to love God; then the spirit of liberty begins.

Poetry creates life; Science dissects death.

God's justice and love are one. Infinite justice must be infinite love. Justice is but another sign of love.

That prayer which does not succeed in moderating our wishes--in changing the passionate desire into still submission, the anxious, tumultuous expectation into silent surrender--is no true prayer, and proves that we have not the spirit of true prayer.

The office of poetry is not to make us think accurately, but feel truly.