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.

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

What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances

A good death does honour to a whole life.

The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.

It is better to will the good than to know the truth.

Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.