The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitoes and silly people.

Nothing is dead: men feign themselves dead, and endure mock funerals and mournful obituaries, and there they stand looking out ofthe window, sound and well, in some new and strange disguise.

The populace drags down the gods to their own level.

If the East loves infinity, the West delights in boundaries.

If a man is at heart just, then in so far is he God; the safety of God, the immortality of God, the majesty of God do enter into that man with justice.

The connection between our knowledge and the abyss of being is still real, and the explication must be not less magnificent.

There is always a certain meanness in the argument of conservatism, joined with a certain superiority in its fact.