Therefore is nature ever the ally of Religion: lends her all her pomp and riches to the religious sentiment.

Other world? There is no other world; here or nowhere is the whole fact.

It is the fine souls who serve us, and not what is called fine society. Fine society is only a self-protection against the vulgarities of the street and the tavern.

The two terrors that discourage creativity and creative living are fear of public opinion and undue reverence for one's own consistency.

The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tablets yet unbroken: The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind.

The amount of a man's wealth consists in the number of things he can do without.

Though love repine, and reason chafe, There came a voice without reply,- "'Tis man's perdition to be safe, When for the truth he ought to die."