Love is the key to felicity, nor is there a heaven to any who love not. We enter Paradise through its gates only.
Man is a living lie – a bitter jest Upon himself – a conscious grain of sand Lost in a desert of unconsciousness.
The mind is fast emancipating itself from the dominion of man and of matter. It has let loose fearful forces on the world.
Modesty, that perennial flower planted instinctively in the human breast, blooms therein only as continence guards and virtue keeps.
Pity the mother who assumes the name without being all this implies!
A chaste generation would restore Paradise.
A happy childhood is the pledge of a ripe manhood.
Sloth is the tempter that beguiles and expels from paradise.
Experience converts us to ourselves when books fail us.
A friendship formed in childhood, in youth, – by happy accident at any stage of rising manhood, – becomes the genius that rules the rest of life.
A good style fits like a good costume.
Sympathy wanting, all is wanting; its personal magnetism is the conductor of the sacred spark that lights our atoms, puts us m human communion, and gives us to company, conversation, and ourselves.
One does not see his thought distinctly till it is reflected in the image of another’s.
Travel makes all men countrymen, makes people noblemen and kings, every man tasting of liberty and dominion.
There are truths that shield themselves behind veils, and are best spoken by implication. Even the sun veils himself in his own rays to blind the gaze of the too curious starer.
Truth is sensitive and jealous of the least encroachment upon its sacredness.
Civilization degrades many in order to exalt the few.
One must espouse some pursuit, taking it kindly at heart and with enthusiasm.
Where women are, the better things are implied if not spoken.
Every sin provokes its punishment.