Man is born a predestined idealist, for he is born to act. To act is to affirm the worth of an end, and to persist in affirming the worth of an end is to make an ideal.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.

Cupid "the little greatest enemy."

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.

Science is the topography of ignorance.

To obtain a man's opinion of you, make him mad.

Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The Angel of Life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hand of the Angel of the Resurrection.