The truth is, hardly any of us have ethical energy enough for more than one really inflexible point of honor.

Never repeat old grievances.

Nothing makes a man so selfish as work.

We are the living graves of murdered beasts, slaughtered to satisfy our appetites. How can we hope in this world to attain the peace we say we are so anxious for?

Crime is only the retail department of what, in wholesale, we call penal law.

I sing, not arms and the hero, but the philosophic man: he who seeks in contemplation to discover the inner will of the world, ininvention to discover the means of fulfilling that will, and in action to do that will by the so-discovered means.

Those who minister to poverty and disease are accomplices in the two worst of all the crimes.