Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.

A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.

And men go about to wonder at the heights of the mountains, and the mighty waves of the sea, and the wide sweep of rivers, and the circuit of the ocean, and the revolution of the stars, but themselves they consider not.

Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.

The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.

A good death does honour to a whole life.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.