Since barbarism has its pleasures it naturally has its apologists.

Faith in the supernatural is a desperate wager made by man at the lowest ebb of his fortunes.

A grateful environment is a substitute for happiness. It can quicken us from without as a fixed hope and affection, or as the consciousness of a right life, can quicken us from within.

Boston was a moral and intellectual nursery, always busy applying first principles to trifles.

The love of all-inclusiveness is as dangerous in philosophy as in art.

To me, it seems a dreadful indignity to have a soul controlled by geography.

The Fates, like an absent-minded printer, seldom allow a single line to stand perfect and unmarred.