To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.

A mother's prayers, silent and gentle, can never miss the road to the throne of all bounty.

The religion that fosters intolerance needs another Christ to die for it.

God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man's roots are planted in night as in a soil.

No one thing does human life more need than a kind consideration of the faults of others. Every one sins; everyone needs forbearance. Our own imperfections should teach us to be merciful.

Of all formal things in the world, a clipped hedge is the most formal; and of all the informal things in the world, a forest tree is the most informal.

In regard to the great mass of men, anything that breaks the realm of fear is not salutary, but dangerous; because it takes off one of the hoops that hold the barrel together in which the evil spirits are confined.