Prayer is a long rope with a strong hold.

Once in an age God sends to some of us a friend who loves in us, not a false-imagining, an unreal character, but looking through the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our nature,--loves, not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be.

The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.

there is no independence and pertinacity of opinion like that of these seemingly soft, quiet creatures, whom it is so easy to silence, and so difficult to convince.

No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man. Life and death to him are haunted grounds, filled with goblin forms of vague and shadowy dread.

So subtle is the atmosphere of opinion that it will make itself felt without words.

It is one mark of a superior mind to understand and be influenced by the superiority of others.