Columbus found a world, and had no chart save one that Faith deciphered in the skies.

One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human.

Sanctity and genius are as rebellious as vice.

If all art aspires to the condition of music, all the sciences aspire to the condition of mathematics.

The philosophy of the common man is an old wife that gives him no pleasure, yet he cannot live without her, and resents any aspersions that strangers may cast on her character.

What religion a man shall have is a historical accident, quite as much as what language he shall speak.

. . . until the curtain was rung down on the last act of the drama (and it might have no last act!) he wished the intellectual cripples and the moral hunchbacks not to be jeered at; perhaps they might turn out to be the heroes of the play.