In the wounds our sufferings plough immortal love sows sovereign seed.

All the rarest hues of human life take radiance and are rainbowed out in tears.

The mass of people who are Bible-taught never get free from the erroneous impressions stamped on their minds in their infancy, so that their manhood or womanhood can have no intellectual fulfillment, and millions of them only attain mentally to a sort of second childhood

I know no better way of waging the battle for Truth than arraying the facts face to face on either side and letting them fight it out.

This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above, and if we did our duty, it might be as full of love.

There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.

They must find it hard to take Truth for authority who have so long mistaken Authority for Truth.