I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.

Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don't be afraid to follow it.

The East Wind, an interloper in the dominions of Westerly Weather, is an impassive-faced tyrant with a sharp poniard held behind his back for a treacherous stab.

It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams.

There is no peace and no rest in the development of material interests. They have their law, and their justice. But it is founded on expediency, and is inhuman; it is without rectitude, without the continuity and the force that can be found only in a moral principle.

There is a kind way of assisting our fellow-creatures which is enough to break their hearts while it saves their outer envelope.

The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.