When we have broken our god of tradition, and ceased from our god of rhetoric, then may God fire the heart with His presence.

I am become a transparent eyeball.

Every man is actually weak, and apparently strong. To himself, he seems weak; to others, formidable.

Wild liberty develops iron conscience. Want of liberty, by strengthening law and decorum, stupefies conscience.

The prayer of the farmer kneeling in his field to weed it, the prayer of the rower kneeling with the stroke of his oar, are true prayers heard throughout nature.

The finished man of the world must eat of every apple at once. He must hold his hatreds also at arm's length, and not remember spite. He has neither friends nor enemies, but values men only as channels of power.

Let us not forget the genial miraculous force we have known to proceed from a book.