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.

With their backs to the sunrise they worship the night.

All prayers die in the air which they uselessly agitate.

If I had my way I'd make health catching instead of disease.

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

I am simply in favor of intellectual hospitality-that is all. You come to me with a new idea. I invite you into the house. Let us see what you have. Let us talk it over. If I do not like your thought, I will bid it a polite "good day." If I do like it, I will say: "Sit down; stay with me, and become a part of the intellectual wealth of my world."

The more false we destroy, the more room there will be for the true.