Titles are too "thin" for the nineteenth century.

Reason can tell how love affects us, but cannot tell what love is.

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.

The highest order that was ever instituted on earth is the order of faith.

Mountains of gold would not seduce some men, yet flattery would break them down.

The imagination is the secret and marrow of civilization. It is the very eye of faith.

Reason is a permanent blessing of God to the soul. Without it there can be no large religion.