There is but one thing that can free a man from superstition, and that is belief. All history proves it. The most sceptical have ever been the most credulous.

The doing of things from duty is but a stage on the road to the kingdom of truth and love.

To give truth to him who loves it not is but to give him more plentiful material for misinterpretation.

No, there is no escape. There is no heaven with a little of hell in it--no plan to retain this or that of the devil in our hearts or our pockets. Out Satan must go, every hair and feather!

In low theologies, hell is invariably the deepest truth, and the love of God is not so deep as hell.

For when is the child the ideal child in our eyes and to our hearts? Is it not when with gentle hand he takes his father by the beard, and turns that father's face up to his brothers and sisters to kiss? when even the lovely selfishness of love-seeking has vanished, and the heart is absorbed in loving?

If there be music in my reader, I would gladly wake it.