No voice; but oh - the silence sank Like music on my heart.

There is one art of which people should be masters - the art of reflection.

For compassion a human heart suffices, but for full and adequate sympathy, with joy, an angel's only.

Taste is the intermediate faculty which connects the active with the passive powers of our nature, the intellect with the senses; and its appointed function is to elevate the images of the latter, while it realizes the ideas of the former.

A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.

Clergymen who publish pious frauds in the interest of the church are the orthodox liars of God.

The most general definition of beauty ... Multeity in Unity.