Doubt Of The Reality Of Love Ends

I Can Find No Words For What I Feel. My Consciousness Is Withdrawn Into Itself; I Hear My Heart Beating, And My Life Passing. It Seems To Me That I Have Become A Statue On The Banks Of The River Of Time, That I Am The Spectator Of Some Mystery, And Shall Issue From It Old, Or No Longer Capable Of Age.

What We Call Little Things Are Merely The Causes Of Great Things.

If Ignorance And Passion Are The Foes Of Popular Morality, It Must Be Confessed That Moral Indifference Is The Malady Of The Cultivated Classes.

Every Life Is A Profession Of Faith.

Self-interest Is But The Survival Of The Animal In Us. Humanity Only Begins For Man With Self-surrender.