Heroism feels and never reasons, and therefore is always right.

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.

All things are moral. That soul, which within us is a sentiment, outside of us is a law. We feel its inspiration; out there in history we can see its fatal strength.

People who know how to act are never preachers.

A man's style is his mind's voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices.

'Well,' said Red Jacket [to someone complaining that he had not enough time], 'I suppose you have all there is.'

There is a blessed necessity by which the interest of men is always driving them to the right; and, again, making all crime mean and ugly.