Every man is dishonest who lives upon the labor of others, no matter if he occupies a throne.

I belong to the Great Church which holds the world within its starlit aisles; that claims the great and good of every race and clime; that finds with joy the grain of gold in every creed, and floods with light and love the germs of good in every soul.

Love is natural. Back of allceremony burns and will forever burn the sacred flame. There has been no time in the world's history when that torch was extinguished. In all ages, in all climes, among all people, there has been true, pure, and unselfish love.

There are treasures in books that all the money in the world cannot buy, but the poorest laborer can have for nothing.

Martyrdom, as a rule, establishes the sincerity of the martyr, never the correctness of his thought. Things are true or false in themselves.

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

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.