It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

Time is the life of the soul.

Prayer is innocence's friend; and willingly flieth incessant 'twist the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven.

I love an author the more for having been himself a lover of books.

Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.

An enlightened mind is not hoodwinked; it is not shut up in a gloomy prison till it thinks the walls of its dungeon the limits of the universe, and the reach of its own chain the outer verge of intelligence.