The rain comes when the wind calls.

All persons are puzzles until at last we find in some word or act the key to the man, to the woman; straightway all their past words and actions lie in light before us.

A dilettantism in nature is barren and unworthy. A fop of fields is no better than his brother on Broadway.

Men have come to speak of the revelation as somewhat long ago given and done, as if God were dead. The injury to faith throttles the preacher; and the goodliest of institutions becomes an uncertain and inarticulate voice.

The reason why any one refuses his assent to your opinion, or his aid to your benevolent design, is in you: he refuses to accept you as a bringer of truth, because, though you think you have it, he feels that you have it not. You have not given him the authentic sign.

Mankind divides itself into two classes,--benefactors and malefactors. The second class is vast; the first a handful.

With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall.