The real madness probably is not another thing that the wisdom itself that, tired of discovering the shames of the world, has taken the intelligent resolution to become mad

Christianity is an idea, and as such is indestructible and immortal, like every idea.

God will pardon: That's His business.

Where words leave off, music begins.

The devil take these people and their language! They take a dozen monosyllabic words in their jaws, chew them, crunch them and spit them out again, and call that speaking. Fortunately they are by nature fairly silent, and although they gaze at us open-mouthed, they spare us long conversations.

Write . . . write . . . pencil . . . paper.

Everywhere that a great soul gives utterance to its thoughts, there also is a Golgotha.