The cry of the soul is for freedom. It longs for liberty, from the date of its first conscious moments.

Joys divided are increased.

Life was intended to be so adjusted that the body should be the servant of the soul, and always subordinate to the soul.

And when, in the evening of life, the golden clouds rest sweetly and invitingly upon the golden mountains, and the light of heaven streams down through the gathering mists of death, I wish you a peaceful and abundant entrance into that world of blessedness, where the great riddle of life will be unfolded to you in the quick consciousness of a soul redeemed and purified.

Work for immortality if you will: then wait for it.

A woman in love is a very poor judge of character.

The cry of the soul is for freedom. It longs for liberty, from the date of its first conscious moments.