Philosophers call God the great unknown The great misknown is more like it!

The habit of prayer communicates a penetrating sweetness to the glance, the voice, the smile, the tears,--to all one says, or does, or writes.

Friendship is the ideal; friends are the reality; reality always remains far apart from the ideal.

Length of saying makes languor of hearing.

We often experience more regret over the part we have left, than pleasure over the part we have preferred.

Science is for those who learn; poetry, for those who know.

No labor is hopeless.