Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.

One merit of poetry few persons will deny: it says more and in fewer words than prose.

Adultery is an evil only inasmuch as it is a theft; but we do not steal that which is given to us.

Man can have only a certain number of teeth, hair and ideas; there comes a time when he necessarily loses his teeth, hair and ideas.

It has taken seas of blood to drown the idol of despotism, but the English do not think they bought their laws too dearly.

It does not require great art, or magnificently trained eloquence, to prove that Christians should tolerate each other. I, however, am going further: I say that we should regard all men as our brothers. What? The Turk my brother? The Chinaman my brother? The Jew? The Siam? Yes, without doubt; are we not all children of the same father and creatures of the same God?

Paradise was made for tender hearts; hell, for loveless hearts.