But in our experience, man is cheap and friendship wants its deep sense. We affect to dwell with our friends in their absence, but we do not; when deed, word, or letter comes not, they let us go.

Adult males are what their moms designed them.

Art is evidence of our most creative moment.

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

Nature is not slow to equip us in the prison-uniform of the party to which we adhere.

When we attempt to define and describe God, both language and thought desert us, and we are as helpless as fools and savages.

Works of the intellect are great only by comparison with each other.