When a man says that he is perfect already, there is only one of two places for him, and that is heaven or the lunatic asylum.

Your honors here may serve you for a time, as it were for an hour, but they will be of no use to you beyond this world. Nobody will have heard a word of your honors in the other life. Your glory, your shame, your ambitions, and all the treasures for which you push hard and sacrifice much will be like wreaths of smoke. For these things, which you mostly seek, and for which you spend your life only tarry with you while you are on this side of the flood.

A law is valuable not because it is law, but because there is right in it.

All things in the natural world symbolize God, yet none of them speak of Him but in broken and imperfect words.

The cynic puts all human actions into two classes - openly bad and secretly bad.

When a man says that he is perfect already, there is only one of two places for him, and that is heaven or the lunatic asylum.

That endless book, the newspaper, is our national glory.