“Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.”

Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.

I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.

Saying nothing; sometimes says the most.

Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

Sunrise: day’s great progenitor.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

I have an appetite for silence.

I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?

Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.

The Soul selects her own Society.

But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.

Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.

That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.

Certainly I have no attraction to misery. I don’t intentionally go for dark.

Is it the fault of wine if a fool drinks it and goes stumbling into darkness?

There is nothing so despicable as a secret society that is based upon religious prejudice and that will attempt to defeat a man because of his religious beliefs. Such a society is like a cockroach – it thrives in the dark. So do those who combine for such an end.

Darkness is so predictable.

The shadows that now lie dark upon our path will soon be dispelled and we shall walk with the light all about us if we but be true to ourselves.

Music took me from a real dark place to a real bright one.

I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

Stars shine brighter when nights are darker and life flourishes most when the rain is heavier.