... the progress of the language has caused us to lose many old treasures. It is thus with all progress, and one must make the best of it.

Death must no longer be either the penalty for prosperity or the consolation of misery. God did not destine it to be either the punishment or the compensation for life.

Love without reverence and enthusiasm is only friendship.

The capacity for passion is both cruel and divine.

Party politics is now a real farce.

The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.

faith is like love; when you want it you can't find it, and you find it when you least expect it.