Faith is mind at its best, its bravest, and its fiercest. Faith is thought become poetry, and absorbing into itself the soul's great, passions. Faith is intellect carried up to its transfigurement.

Ideals we do not make. We discover, not invent, them.

Curiosity is thought on its entering edge.

Faith is the very heroism and enterprise of intellect. Faith is not a passivity, but a faculty. Faith is power, the material of effect. Faith is a kind of winged intellect. The great work men of history have been men who believed like giants.

All great discoveries are made by men whose feelings run ahead of their thinking.

Purpose, and to be thoroughly wedded to that purpose, is three quarters of salvation.

Every thought was once a poem.