Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.

When at eve, at the bounding of the landscape, the heavens appear to recline so slowly on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, - a native land of love; and nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal.

The more we know the better we forgive. Whoever feels deeply, feels for all who live.

Intellect does not attain its full force unless it attacks power.

The human mind always makes progress, but it is a progress in spirals.

Wit lies in recognizing the resemblance among things which differ and the difference between things which are alike.