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.

To all of us the thought of heaven is dear -Why not be sure of it and make it here?No doubt there is a heaven yonder too,But 'tis so far away - and you are near.Men talk of heaven, - there is no heaven but here;Men talk of hell, - there is no hell but here;Men of hereafters talk, and future lives,O love, there is no other life - but here.

Organized Christianity has probably done more to retard the ideals that were its founder's than any other agency in the world.

You can't fake it. Bad writing is a gift.

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.

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

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