Truth is more than a dream and a song.

Ever building, building to the clouds, still building higher, and never reflecting that the poor narrow basis cannot sustain the giddy tottering column.

To be man's tender mate was woman born, and in obeying nature she best serves the purposes of heaven.

The universe is a thought of God.

Toil of science swells the wealth of art.

One drop of hatred left in the cup of joy turns the most blissful draught into poison.

What the inner voice says will not disappoint the hoping soul.