Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.

The idol is the measure of the worshipper.

The path of nature is, indeed, a narrow one, and it is only the immortals that seek it, and, when they find it, do not find themselves cramped therein.

The first lesson of life is to burn our own smoke; that is, not to inflict on outsiders our personal sorrows and petty morbidness, not to keep thinking of ourselves as exceptional cases.

Toward no crimes have men shown themselves so cold- bloodedly cruel as in punishing differences of belief.

Those who love are but one step from heaven.

We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.