The first thing in all progress is to leave something behind.

Her heart - like every heart, if only its fallen sides were cleared away - was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she loved everything she saw.

Somehow, I can't say how, it tells me that all is right; that it is coming to swallow up all cries.

Not even nothingness preceded life. Nothingness owes its very idea to existence.

When a feeling was there, they felt as if it would never go; when it was gone, they felt as if it had never been; when it returned, they felt as if it had never gone.

God left the world unfinished for man to work his skill upon. He left the electricity still in the cloud, the oil still in the earth.

Many a thief is a better man than many a clergyman, and miles nearer to the gate of the kingdom.