Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.

The language of religion can alone suit every situation and every mode of feeling.

The mind may be exhausted, but the language of the heart is inexhaustible.

Every time a new nation, America or Russia for instance, advances toward civilization, the human race perfects itself; every time an inferior class emerges from enslavement and degradation, the human race again perfects itself.

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.

Love is the symbol of eternity.

Love which is only an episode in the life of men, is the entire history of the life of women.