“Four sweet lips, two pure souls, and one undying affection, – these are love’s pretty ingredients for a kiss.”

A woman’s love, like lichens upon a rock, will still grow where even charity can find no soil to nurture itself.

Something of a person’s character may be observed by how they smile. Some never smile they only grin.

The loveliest faces are to be seen by moonlight, when one sees half with the eye and half with the fancy.

Music is the fourth great material want, first food, then clothes, then shelter, then music.

The greatest happiness comes from the greatest activity.

Whether one talks well depends very much upon whom he has to talk to.

Few minds wear out; more rust out.

Heaven lent you a soul, Earth will lend a grave.

Within the sacred walls of libraries we find the best thoughts, the purest feelings, and the most exalted imaginings of our race.

Economy is for the poor; the rich may dispense with it.

Excellence in art is largely the result of attention to minutiae, and–prayer.

Truth, like the sun, submits to be obscured; but, like the sun, only for a time.

The grandest of all laws is the law of progressive development. Under it, in the wide sweep of things, men grow wiser as they grow older, and societies better.

We should round every day of stirring action with an evening of thought. We learn nothing of our experience except we muse upon it.

In politics, merit is rewarded by the possessor being raised, like a target, to a position to be fired at.

Men, like musical instruments, seem made to be played upon.

Relationships affect our life more than we can imagine.

In nine cases out of ten, a woman had better show more affection than she feels.

You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.

Flowers are the best way to express one’s love and affection to a woman.

My husband and I were so closely united by our affection and our common work that we passed nearly all of our time together.

My husband and I were so closely united by our affection and our common work that we passed nearly all of our time together.

Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and rare.

A scientific man ought to have no wishes, no affections, – a mere heart of stone.