Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in the steep, downward slope of hatred.

Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.

The more one judges, the less one loves.

A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.

Parent may hinder their children's marriage; but children cannot interfere with the insane acts of their parents in their second childhood.