Civilization is not an incurable disease, but it should never be forgotten that the English people are at present afflicted by it.

What has appealed to me most in Tolstoy's life is that he practiced what he preached and reckoned no cost too great in his pursuit of truth.

Civilizations have come and gone and, in spite of our vaunted progress, I am tempted to ask again and again, 'To what purpose?'

Liberty and democracy become unholy when their hands are dyed red with innocent blood.

If a man were so placed or could so place himself as to be absolutely above all dependence on his fellow-beings he would become so proud and arrogant as to be a veritable burden and nuisance to the world.

Where love is, there God is also.

One may detest the wickedness of a brother without hating him.