To the covetous man life is a nightmare, and God lets him wrestle with it as best he may.

Reason can tell how love affects us, but cannot tell what love is.

We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.

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

I would much rather fight pride than vanity, because pride has a stand-up way of fighting. You know where it is. It throws its black shadow on you, and you are not at a loss where to strike. But vanity is that delusive, that insectiferous, that multiplied feeling, and men that fight vanities are like men that fight midges and butterflies. It is easier to chase them than to hit them.

Some men are like pyramids, which are very broad where they touch the ground, but grow narrow as they reach the sky.

There is no liberty to men who know not how to govern themselves.