Mediocrity has no greater consolation than in the thought that genius is not immortal.

Love has the tendency of pressing together all the lights - all the rays emitted from the beloved object by the burning-glass of fantasy, - into one focus, and making of them one radiant sun without any spots.

We rather confess our moral errors, faults, and crimes than our ignorance.

In the end we retain from our studies only that which we practically apply.

To know someone here or there with whom you can feel there is understanding in spite of distances or thoughts expressed That can make life a garden.

We usually lose today, because there has been a yesterday, and tomorrow is coming.

Faith is hidden household capital.