The man who finds a truth lights a torch.

The meanest hut with love in it is a palace fit for the gods, and a palace without love is a den only fit for wild beasts.

It seems to me that if there is some infinite being who wants us to think alike he would have made us alike.

Every church that has a standard higher than human welfare is dangerous.

Eternal punishment must be eternal cruelty, and I do not see how any man, unless he has the brain of an idiot, or the heart of a wild beast, can believe in eternal punishment.

Intellect, without heart, is infinitely cruel. . . . So that, after all, the real aristocracy must be that of goodness where the intellect is directed by the heart.

Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud