Every life is a profession of faith.

Men of genius supply the substance of history, while the mass of men are but the critical filter, the limiting, slackening, passive force needed for the modification of ideas supplied by genius.

Love is faith and one faith leads to another.

Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark.

Latent genius is but a presumption. Everything that can be, is bound to come into being, and what never comes into being is nothing.

Put personal ambition away from you, and then you will find consolation in living or in dying, whatever may happen to you.

To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.