The acorn of ambition often grows into an oak from which men hang.

Civilization is only savagery silver-gilt.

And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no love and no warmth, nor any touching of the lips. Nothing perchance, or perchance but bitter memories of what might have been.

It is not wise to neglect the present for the future, for who knows what the future will be?

So they crucified their Messiah? Well can I believe it. That He was a Son of the Living Spirit would be naught to them, if indeed He was so.... They would care little for any God if he came not with pomp and power.

We may taste of every turn of chance - now rule as Kings, now serve as Slaves; now love, now hate; now prosper, and now perish. But still, through all, we are the same; for this is the marvel of Identity.

Wealth is good, and if it comes our way we will take it; but a gentleman does not sell himself for wealth.