The falling leaf that tells of autumn's death is, in a subtler sense, a prophecy of spring.

Nothing could add to the horror of hell, except the presence of its creator, God. While I have life, as long as I draw breath, I shall deny with all my strength, and hate with every drop of my blood, this infinite lie.

The destroyer of weeds, thistles, and thorns is a benefactor whether he soweth grain or not.

The history of intellectual progress is written in the lives of infidels.

It is hard to overstate the debt we owe to the men and women of genius.

At thirty most men have prejudices rather than opinions-that is to say, rather than judgments-and few men have lived to be sixty without materially modifying the opinions they held at thirty.

I do not see how it is possible for an intelligent human being to conclude that the Song of Solomon is the work of God, and that the tragedy of Lear was the work of an uninspired man.