Thoroughly convinced of the impossibility of his own suit, a high resolve constrained him not to injure that of another. This is a lover's most stoical virtue, as the lack of it is a lover's most venial sin.

The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.

Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened.

We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.

The main object of religion is not to get a man into heaven, but to get heaven into him.

But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.

There's a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.