First, I was an idealist (that was early - fools are born, not made, you know); next I was a realist; now I am a pessimist, and, by Jove! if things get much worse I'll become a humorist.

Many of the men who had come to the wilderness to practice religion appeared to have forgotten its true nature.

A tragic irony of life is that we so often achieve success or financial independence after the chief reason for which we sought it has passed away.

Insolent youth rides, now, in the whirlwind. For those modern iconoclasts who are without culture possess, apparently, all the courage.

There is no state of satisfaction, because to himself no man is a success.

To a thrifty theologian, bent on redemption with economy, there are few points of ethics too fine-spun for splitting.

I am inclined to believe that a man may be free to do anything he pleases if only he will accept responsibility for whatever he does.