Coleridge cried; "O God, how glorious it is to live!" Renan asks, "O God, when will it be worth while to live?" In Nature we echo the poet; in the world we echo the thinker.
The scorn of genius is the most arrogant and the most boundless of all scorn.
Men are always optimists when they look inwards, and pessimists when they look round them.
Christianity has ever been the enemy of human love.
I do not wish to be a coward like the father of mankind and throw the blame upon a woman.
Charity is a flower not naturally of earthly growth, and it needs manuring with a promise of profit.