He was a worshiper of liberty, a friend of the oppressed. A thousand times I have heard him quote these words: 'For Justice all place a temple, and all season, summer.' He believed that happiness is the only good, reason the only torch, justice the only worship, humanity the only religion, and love the only priest. He added to the sum of human joy; and were every one to whom he did some loving service to bring a blossom to his grave, he would sleep tonight beneath a wilderness of flowers. . . .

The man who does not do his own thinking is a slave, and is a traitor to himself and to his fellow-men.

Argument cannot be answered with insults. Kindness is strength; anger blows out the lamp of the mind.

It is labor that has made the world a fit habitation for the human race.

Every pulpit is a pillory, in which stands a hired culprit, defending the justice of his own imprisonment.

One thing I do know, and that is, that neither hope, nor fear, belief, nor denial, can change the fact. It is as it is, and it will be as it must be.

The first step is for man to cease to be the slave of man. The second, is to cease to be the slave of the monsters of his own creation, the ghosts and phantoms of the air.