Every sacred book, successively, has been accepted in the faith that it was to be the final resting-place of the sojourning soul;but after all, it was but a caravansary which supplied refreshment to the traveler, and directed him farther on his way to Isphahan or Bagdat. Thank God, no Hindoo tyranny prevailed at the framing of the world, but we are freemen of the universe, and not sentenced to any caste.

One should be always on the trail of one's own deepest nature. For it is the fearless living out of your own essential nature that connects you to the Divine.

It is a great pleasure to escape sometimes from the restless class of Reformers. What if these grievances exist? So do you and I.

A tanned skin is something more than respectable, and perhaps olive is a fitter color than white for a man,--a denizen of the woods. "The pale white man!" I do not wonder that the African pitied him.

If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets.

Man is but the place where I stand.

I would fain keep sober always; and there are infinite degrees of drunkenness.