Boys have their soft and gentle moods too. You would suppose by the morning racket that nothing could be more foreign to their nature than romance and vague sadness. . . . But boys have hours of great sinking and sadness, when kindness and fondness are peculiarly needful to them.

Sophistry is the fallacy of argument.

If a man cannot be a Christian in the place where he is, he cannot be a Christian anywhere.

Were one to ask me in which direction I think man strongest, I should say, his capacity to hate.

Some men are, in regard to ridicule, like tin-roofed buildings in regard to hail: all that hits them bounds rattling off; not a stone goes through.

Going out into life--that is dying. Christ is the door out of life.

The imagination is the secret and marrow of civilization. It is the very eye of faith.