His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it to hold the memory of a wrong.

Invention breeds invention.

Happy will that house be in which the relations are formed from character; after the highest, and not after the lowest order; the house in which character marries, and not confusion and a miscellany of unavowable motives.

A part of fate is the freedom of man. Forever wells up the impulse of choosing and acting in his soul.

In the last analysis, love is only the reflection of a man's own worthiness from other men.

Rings and other jewels are not gifts, but apologies for gifts. The only gift is a portion of thyself.

The pest of society is egotists.