With all that we hear of American hustle and hurry, it is rather strange that Americans seem to like to linger on longer words.

Nobody understands the nature of the Church, or the ringing note of the creed descending from antiquity, who does not realize that the whole world once very nearly died of broadmindedness and the brotherhood of all religions.

The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.

We are like the penny, because we have the image of the king stamped on us, the divine king.

The human race is always trying this dodge of making everything entirely easy; but the difficulty which it shifts off one thing it shifts to another.

In the main, and from the beginning of time, mysticism has kept men sane. The thing that has driven them mad was logic.

Nobody notices postmen, yet they have passions like other men.