It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, and vice the real murderer.

There is a material advancement; we desire it. There is, also, a moral grandeur; we hold fast to it.

‎"Dost thou understand? I love thee!" he cried again."What love!" said the unhappy girl with a shudder.He resumed,--"The love of a damned soul.

Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you will find them again.

The most terrible of motives and the most unanswerable of responses: Because.

A one-eyed man is much more incomplete than a blind man, for he knows what it is that's lacking.

God knows better than we do what we need.