Let us inquire what glory there was in an omnipotent being torturing forever a puny little creature who could in no way defend himself? Would it be to the glory of a man to fry ants?

When the mother of the race is free, we shall have a better world, by the easy right of birth and by the calm, slow, friendly forces of evolution.

Love grows by service.

I ran against a Prejudice that quite cut off the view.

Life is a verb, not a noun.

In New York City, everyone is an exile, none more so than the Americans.

What we do modifies us more than what is done to us.