In this world the inclination to do things is of more importance than the mere power.

There is such a thing as honest pride and self-respect.

Pride is the master sin of the devil, and the devil is the father of lies.

A small lie, if it actually is a lie, condemns a man as much as a big and black falsehood. If a man will deliberately cheat to the amount of a single cent, give him opportunity and he would cheat to any amount.

Morality is but the vestibule of religion.

In the isolation of his clear, cold intellect, the sceptic abides in a glacial and spectral universe. No glow from the affections lights up the frost and shadow of the grave. He feels no prophecy in the thrill of the human heart-in the incompleteness of nature. He believes merely in things tangible, and sees only in the daytime. He will not confess the authenticity of that paler light of faith which was meant to shine when the sunshine of reason falls short, and the firmament of mystery is over our heads.

Is there anything so wretched as to look at a man of fine abilities doing nothing?