A sanctity hangs about the sources of our being, whether physical, social, or imaginary.

Reason in my philosophy is only a harmony among irrational impulses.

Science is nothing but developed perception, interpreted intent, common sense rounded out and minutely articulated.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

The idea of Christ is much older than Christianity.

The tide of evolution carries everything before it, thoughts no less than bodies, and persons no less than nations.

We crave support in vanity, as we do in religion, and never forgive contradictions in that sphere.