If angels stoop from visions of more than earthly beauty to spells of less than earthly worth, they are but fallen angels, mingling divine utterances with the babblings of madness, and the madness is not the divineness.

No piled-up wealth, no social station, no throne, reaches as high as that spiritual plane upon which every human being stands by virtue of his humanity.

We have not the innocence of Eden; but by God's help and Christ's example we may have the victory of Gethsemane.

The downright fanatic is nearer to the heart of things than the cool and slippery disputant.

Genius is the accumulated wealth of our humanity--its most intense development concentrated at one point, and then with clearer expression and with mysterious power shot back to us across the galvanic lines of thought and feeling.

A true man never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings there as easily as a star.

We do not compromise our own faith by admitting the honesty of another's doubt.