The platform of an Ethical Society is itself the altar; the address must be the fire that burns thereon.

To care for anyone else enough to make their problems one's own, is ever the beginning of one's real ethical development.

The unique personality which is the real life in me, I cannot gain unless I search for the real life, the spiritual quality, in others.

Few are there that will leave the secure seclusion of the scholar's life, the peaceful walks of literature and learning, to stand out a target for the criticism of unkind and hostile minds.

Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.

By what sort of experience are we led to the conviction that spirit exists? On the whole, by searching, painful experience. The rose Religion grows on a thorn-bush, and we must not be afraid to have our fingers lacerated by the thorns if we would pluck the rose.

The human race may be compared to a writer. At the outset a writer has often only a vague general notion of the plan of his work, and of the thought he intends to elaborate. As he proceeds, penetrating his material, laboring to express himself fitly, he lays a firmer grasp on his thought; he finds himself. So the human race is writing its story, finding itself, discovering its own underlying purpose, revising, recasting a tale pathetic often, yet none the less sublime.