I never know how to worship until I know how to love.

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.

Never excuse yourself.

The reason that men are so slow to confess their vices is because they have not yet abandoned them.

Grim care, moroseness, anxiety-all this rust of life ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. Mirth is God's medicine.

Whatever is almost true is quite false, and among the most dangerous of errors, because being so near truth, it is more likely to lead astray.

A man that has lost moral sense is like a man in battle with both of his legs shot off: he has nothing to stand on.