God has delegated himself to a million deputies.

Consistency is the bugbear that frightens little minds.

Jesus and Shakespeare are fragments of the soul, and by love I conquer and incorporate them in my own conscious domain. His virtue,--is not that mine? His wit,--if it cannot be made mine, it is not wit.

Men admire the man who can organize their wishes and thoughts in stone and wood and steel and brass.

Silence is a solvent that destroys personality, and gives us leave to be great and universal.

There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

As thinkers, mankind has ever divided into two sects, Materialists and Idealists; the first class founding on experience, the second on consciousness; the first class beginning to think from the data of the senses, the second class perceive that the senses are not final and say, The senses give us representations of things, but what are the things themselves, they cannot tell. The materialist insists on facts, on history, on the force of circumstances and the animal wants of man; the idealists on the power of Thought and Will, on inspiration, on miracle, on individual culture.