There is a God-shaped hole in the life of every man.
Men are so necessarily mad, that not to be mad would amount to another form of madness.
Eloquence is the painting of thought.
We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.
Which is the more believable of the two, Moses or China?
Cold words freeze people, and hot words scorch them, and bitter words make them bitter, and wrathful words make them wrathful. Kind words also produce their own image on men's souls; and a beautiful image it is. They smooth, and quiet, and comfort the hearer.