Prayer is of no avail. The lightning falls on the just and the unjust in accordance with natural laws.

When a fact can be demonstrated, force is unnecessary; when it cannot be demonstrated, force is infamous.

Think of the egotism of a man who believes that an infinite being wants his praise!

Why should we postpone our joy to another world? Let us get all we can of the good between the cradle and the grave, all that we can of the truly dramatic. If, when death comes, that is the end, we have at least made the best of this life.

There is more real devotional feeling summoned from the temple of the mind by great music than by any sermon ever delivered.

Character survives; goodness lives; love is immortal.

The hands that help are better far / Than lips that pray. / Love is the ever gleaming star / That leads the way, / That shines, not on vague worlds of bliss, / But on a paradise in this.