intellect is a sin that must be atoned for by leading exactly the life of those who have none.

Love is admiring with the heart. And admiring is loving with the mind.

Exile: A tomb in which you can get mail.

Where no interest is takes in science, literature and liberal pursuits, mere facts and insignificant criticisms necessarily become the themes of discourse; and minds, strangers alike to activity and meditation, become so limited as to render all intercourse with them at once tasteless and oppressive.

When at eve, at the bounding of the landscape, the heavens appear to recline so slowly on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, - a native land of love; and nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal.

Divine Wisdom, intending to detain us some time on earth, has done well to cover with a veil the prospect of the life to come; for if our sight could clearly distinguish the opposite bank, who would remain on this tempestuous coast of time?

Life resembles Gobelin tapestry; you do not see the canvass on the right side; but when you turn it, the threads are visible.