Lo! ye believers in gods all goodness, and in man all ill, lo you! see the omniscient gods oblivious of suffering man; and man, though idiotic, and knowing not what he does, yet full of the sweet things of love and gratitude.

War should be carried on like a monsoon; one changeless determination of every particle towards the one unalterable aim.

Father Mapple paused a little; then kneeling in the pulpit's bows, folded his large brown hands across his chest, uplifted his closed eyes, and offered a prayer so deeply devout that he seemed kneeling and praying at the bottom of the sea.

Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.

If not against us, nature is not for us.

It is with fiction as with religion: it should present another world, and yet one to which we feel the tie.

Truth is ever incoherent, and when the big hearts strike together, the concussion is a little stunning.