The tree is but a huge boquet.

The great men of earth are the shadow men, who, having lived and died, now live again and forever through their undying thoughts. Thus living, though their footfalls are heard no more, their voices are louder than the thunder, and unceasing as the flow of tides or air.

The world is to be cleaned by somebody, and you are not called of God if you are ashamed to scrub.

I think half the troubles for which men go slouching in prayer to God are caused by their intolerable pride. Many of our cares are but a morbid way of looking at our privileges. We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.

Gambling with cards or dice or stocks is all one thing. It's getting money without giving an equivalent for it.

I pray on the principle that wine knocks the cork out of a bottle. There is an inward fermentation, and there must be a vent.

The call to religion is not a call to be better than your fellows, but to be better than yourself. Religion is relative to the individual.