War may be an armed angel with a mission, but she has the personal habits of the slums.

Our young people have come to look upon war as a kind of beneficent deity, which not only adds to the national honor but uplifts a nation and develops patriotism and courage. That is all true. But it is only fair, too, to let them know that the garments of the deity are filthy and that some of her influences debase and befoul a people.

We don't often look into these unpleasant details of our great struggle. We all prefer to think that every man who wore the blue or gray was a Philip Sidney at heart.

... while the light burning within may have been divine, the outer case of the lamp was assuredly cheap enough.

Every child was taught from his cradle that money was Mammon, the chief agent of the flesh and the devil.

North and South were equally confident that God was on their side, and appealed incessantly to Him.

It is a good rule never to see or talk to the man whose words have wrung your heart, or helped it, just as it is wise not to look down too closely at the luminous glow which sometimes shines on your path on a summer night, if you would not see the ugly worm below.