America may have great poets and novelists, but she never will have more than one necromancer.

We have grown used to money. The handling, the increase of it, is the chief business of life now with most of us.

For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread. The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet.... Shall we think of the day as a chance to come nearer to our Host, and to find out something of Him who has fed us so long?

Reform is born of need, not pity. No vital movement of the people has worked down, for good or evil; fermented, instead, carried up the heaving, cloggy mass.

... 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.

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