In the end it is worse to suppress dissent than to run the risk of heresy.

Seldom, if ever, does wisdom come, shall we punish it if it comes late?

Since we are men, we will play the part of Man.

It was not the violence of our enemies [in World War I] that would undo us, I thought, but our own spiritual weakness, the shallowness of our convictions.

We lose the forest for the trees, forgetting, even so far as we think at all, that we are trustees for those who come after us, squandering the patrimony which we have received.

Life is made up of constant calls to action, and we seldom have time for more than hastily contrived answers.

There is no fury like that against one who, we fear, may succeed in making us disloyal to beliefs we hold with passion, but have not really won.