A critic is a man created to praise greater men than himself, but he is never able to find them.

All myths that are something more than fancies gain rather than lose in value with time, by reason of the accretions of human experience.

Stay the course, light a star, Change the world where'er you are.

We have, of course, long since ceased to think of Nature as the sympathetic mirror of our moods, or to imagine that she has any concern with the temporal affairs of man.

The spiritual element, the really important part of religion, has no concern with Time and Space, temporary mundane laws, or conduct.

Nature is forever arriving and forever departing, forever approaching, forever vanishing; but in her vanishings there seems to be ever the waving of a hand, in all her partings a promise of meetings farther along the road.

There is something mean in human nature that prefers to think evil, that gives a willing ear and a ready welcome to calumny, a sort of jealousy of goodness and greatness and things of good report.