Life is constantly weighing us in very sensitive scales, and telling every one of us precisely what his real weight is to the last grain of dust.

Democracy gives every man the right to be his own oppressor.

To put more faith in lies and hate than truth and love, is the true atheism.

Fastidiousness is only another word for egotism; and all men who know not where to look for truth save in the narrow well of self will find their own image at the bottom, and mistake it for what they are seeking.

The soil out of which such men as he are made is good to be born on, good to live on, good to die for and to be buried in.

Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, and cries reproachful: Was it then my praise, and not myself was loved? Prove now thy truth; I claim of thee the promise of thy youth.

Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, himself, his hungering neighbor and me.