The tragedy of the world is that those who are imaginative have but slight experience, and those who are experienced have feeble imaginations.

God is in the world, or nowhere, creating continually in us and around us. Insofar as man partakes of this creative process does he partake of the divine, of God, and that participation is his immortality.

There is no greater hindrance to the progress of thought than an attitude of irritated party-spirit.

Nature gets credit which should in truth be reserved for ourselves: the rose for its scent, the nightingale for its song; and the sun for its radiance. The poets are entirely mistaken. They should address their lyrics to themselves and should turn them into odes of self congratulation on the excellence of the human mind.

Knowledge keeps no better than fish.

The defense of morals is the battle-cry which best rallies stupidity against change.

Education with inert ideas is not only useless; it is above all things harmful.