Love is the weapon which Omnipotence reserved to conquer rebel man when all the rest had failed. Reason he parries; fear he answers blow for blow; future interest he meets with present pleasure; but love, that sun against whose melting beams the winter cannot stand--that soft subliming slumber which wrestles down the giant, there is not one human being in a million, nor a thousand men in all earth's huge quintillion, whose clay heart is hardened against love.

The mines of knowledge are often laid bare by the hazel-wand of chance.

Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.

Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?

Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume.

Faith may rise into miracles of might, as some few wise men have shown; faith may sink into credulities of weakness, as the mass of fools have witnessed.

O Death, what are thou? nurse of dreamless slumbers freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal.