Truth only smells sweet forever, and illusions, however innocent, are deadly as the canker worm.

But the world was also so constructed, owing to the nature of the Maker of it, that superior strength was found in the long run to lie with those who had the right on their side.

A person possessed with an idea cannot be reasoned with.

The superstition of science scoffs at the superstition of faith.

We must have the real thing before we can have a science of a thing.

Truth only smells sweet forever, and illusions, however innocent, are deadly as the canker worm.

We cannot live on probabilities. The faith in which we can live bravely and die in peace must be a certainty, so far as it professes to be a faith at all, or it is nothing.