I once heard a preacher who sorely tempted me to go to church no more.

To say then, the majority are wicked, means no malice, no bad heart in the observer, but, simply that the majority are unripe, andhave not yet come to themselves, do not yet know their opinion.

The experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet

The wise man in the storm prays God not for safety from danger but for deliverance from fear. It is the storm within which endangers him[,] not the storm without.

Is the acorn better than the oak which is its fullness and completion?

My joy in friends, those sacred people, is my consolation.

The State is our neighbors; our neighbors are the State.