When I behold the passion for ornamentation, and the corresponding power, I feel as if women had so far shown what they are bad for, rather than what they are good for.

Beneath all differences of doctrine or discipline there exists a fundamental agreement as to the simple, absolute essentials in religion.

Every fallen woman represents a man as guilty as herself, who escapes human detection, but whose soul lies open before God.

Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
 all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.

When I see the elaborate study and ingenuity displayed by women in the pursuit of trifles, I feel no doubt of their capacity for the most herculean undertakings.

While your life is the true expression of your faith, whom can you fear?

Theology in general seems to me a substitution of human ingenuity for divine wisdom.