I do not see why we should not be as just to an ant as to a human being.

Those clouds are angels' robes.

I am not aware that payment, or even favors, however gracious, bind any man's soul and conscience in questions of highest morality and highest importance.

Truth, for its own sake, had never been a virtue with the Roman clergy.

In the four hundred and thirteenth year of the Christian era, some three hundred miles above Alexandria, the young monk Philammon was sitting on the edge of a low range of inland cliffs, crested with drifting sand.

What I want is, not to possess religion, but to have a religion that shall possess me.

Give me something huge to fight, — and I should enjoy that — but why make me sweep the dust?