There are so many tender and holy emotions flying about in our inward world, which, like angels, can never assume the body of an outward act; so many rich and lovely flowers spring up which bear no seed, that it is a happiness poetry was invented, which receives into its limbs all these incorporeal spirits, and the perfume of all these flowers.

Age doesn't matter, unless your cheese.

The purer the golden vessel, the more readily is it bent; the higher worth of woman is sooner lost than that of man.

Without God there is for mankind no purpose, no goal, no hope, only a wavering future, an eternal dread of every darkness.

The end we aim at must be known, before the way can be made.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

In science the new is an advance; but in morals, as contradicting our inner ideals and historic idols, it is ever a retrogression.