No facts to me are sacred; none are profane.

The rain comes when the wind calls.

The picture waits for my verdict; it is not to command me, but I am to settle its claim to praise.

The civility of the world has reached that pitch that their more moral genius is becoming indispensable, and the quality of this race is to be honored for itself.

Men of God have always, from time to time, walked among men, and made their commission felt in the heart and soul of the commonest hearer.

It behooves us to be careful what we worship, for what we are worshipping we are becoming.

Other men are lenses through which we read our own minds. Each man seeks those of different quality from his own, and such as are good of their kind; that is, he seeks other men, and the rest.