Civilization is the process of reducing the infinite to the finite.

For nothing burns with such amazing speed, As the dry sticks of a religious creed.

The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!

Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?

A woman never forgets her sex. She would rather talk with a man than an angel, any day.

I firmly believe that if the whole material medica, as now used, could be sunk to the bottom of the sea, it would be better for mankind-and all the worse for the fishes.