Who does not observe the immediate glow and security that is diffused over the life of woman, before restless or fretful, by engaging in gardening, building, or the lowest department of art? Here is something that is not routine--something that draws forth life towards the infinite.

Truth is the nursing mother of genius.

Truth is the first of jewels.

I know of no inquiry which the impulses of man suggests that is forbidden to the resolution of man to pursue.

How anyone can remain a Catholic - I mean who has ever been aroused to think, and is not biased by the partialities of childish years - after seeing Catholicism here in Italy I cannot conceive.

I now know all the people worth knowing in America, and I find no intellect comparable to my own.

With the intellect I always have always shall overcome, but that is not the half of the work. The life, the life Oh my God! shall the life never be sweet!