There is commonly sufficient space about us. Our horizon is never quite at our elbows.

If I thought that I could speak with discrimination and impartiality of the nations of Christendom, I should praise them, but it tasks me too much. They seem to be the most civil and humane, but I may be mistaken.

The sacredness, if there is any, is all in yourself and not in the place.

Men seem anxious to accomplish an orderly retreat through the centuries, earnestly rebuilding the works behind them, as they are battered down by the encroachments of time; but while they loiter, they and their works both fall prey to the arch enemy.

The merely political aspect of the land is never very cheering; men are degraded when considered as the members of a political organization.

The boy gathers materials for a temple, and then when he is thirty, concludes to build a woodshed.

Exaggerated history is poetry, and truth referred to a new standard.