We are so constituted that we believe the most incredible things; and, once they are engraved upon the memory, woe to him who would endeavor to erase them.

If we are out of synch with ourselves, everything is out of synch for us.

Judge a man's character by what he finds ridiculous.

We are pantheists when we study nature, polytheists when we write poetry, monotheists in our morality.

Why should we not recognize in the lightning, the thunder, and the storm wind, the approach of an overwhelming Power, and in the scent of flowers and the gently rustling zephyr the presence of a Being full of love?

Thou must (in commanding and winning, or serving and losing, suffering or triumphing) be either anvil or hammer.

The beginning of faith is the beginning of fruitfulness; but the beginning of unbelief, however glittering, is empty.