Democracy becomes a government of bullies tempered by editors.

The hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart he eats; Chambers of the great are jails, And head-winds right for royal sails.

People wish to be settled; only as far as they are unsettled is there any hope for them.

To aim to convert a man by miracles is a profanation of the soul.

The present is an edifice which God cannot rebuild.

The unique impression of Jesus upon mankind - whose name is not so much written as ploughed into the history of the world - is proof of the subtle virtue of this infusion. Jesus belonged to the race of prophets. He saw with open eyes the mystery of the soul. One man was true to what is in you and me. He, as I think, is the only soul in history who has appreciated the worth of man.

Nature is what you may do. There is much you may not do.