Of all the evil spirits abroad at this hour in the world, insincerity is the most dangerous.

The solitary side of our nature demands leisure for reflection upon subjects on which the dash and whirl of daily business, so long as its clouds rise thick about us, forbid the intellect to fasten itself.

The endurance of the inequalities of life by the poor is the marvel of human society.

I have long been convinced that the Christian Eucharist is but a continuation of the Eleusinian mysteries. St Paul, in using the word teleiois, almost confirms this.

There is always a part of our being into which those who are dearer to us far than our own lives are yet unable to enter.

What is called virtue in the common sense of the word has nothing to do with this or that man's prosperity, or even happiness.

Sacrifice is the first element of religion, and resolves itself in theological language into the love of God.