My heart resembles the ocean; has storm, and ebb and flow; and many a beautiful pearl lies hid in its depths below.

It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man.

Round my cradle shimmered the last moonbeams of the eighteenth century and the first morning rays of the nineteenth.

Terrible as is war, it yet displays the spiritual grandeur of man daring to defy his mightiest hereditary enemy--death.

The butterfly long loved the beautiful rose, And flirted around all day; While round him in turn with her golden caress, Soft fluttered the sun's warm ray.... I know not with whom the rose was in love, But I know that I loved them all. The butterfly, rose, and the sun's bright ray, The star and the bird's sweet call.

Thought is invisible nature.

God will forgive me the foolish remarks I have made about Him just as I will forgive my opponents the foolish things they have written about me, even though they are spiritually as inferior to me as I to thee, O God!