The last few decades have been marked by a special cultivation of the romance of the future. We seem to have made up our minds to misunderstand what has happened; and we turn, with a sort of relief, to stating what will happen-which is apparently much easier...The modern mind is forced towards the future by a certain sense of fatigue, not unmixed with terror, with which it regards the past.

A great man is not a man so strong that he feels less than other men; he is a man so strong that he feels more.

One must somehow find a way of loving the world without trusting it; somehow one must love the world without being worldly.

I tell you naught for your comfort, Yea, naught for your desire, Save that the sky grows darker yet And the sea rises higher.

There is nothing the matter with Americans except their ideals. The real American is all right; it is the ideal American who is all wrong.

Only friendliness produces friendship. And we must look far deeper into the soul of man for the thing that produces friendliness.

To downgrade the human mind is bad theology.