Our ideals, like pictures, are made from lights and shadows.

Men have torn up the roads which led to Heaven, and which all the world followed; now we have to make our own ladders.

Religion is neither a theology nor a theosophy; it is more than that, it is a discipline, a law, a yoke, an indissoluble engagement.

Chance generally favors the prudent.

Truth takes the stamp of the souls it enters. It is rigorous and rough in arid souls, but tempers and softens itself in loving natures.

What can you possibly add to a mind that's full, especially one that's full of itself.

We do not do well except when we know where the best is and when we are assured that we have touched it and hold its power within us.