Heresy is a cradle; orthodoxy a coffin.

Every flower about a house certifies to the refinement of somebody. Every vine climbing and blossoming tells of love and joy

Certainly the Old Testament does not teach us that there is another life, and upon that question even the New is obscure and vague. The hunger of the heart finds only a few small and scattered crumbs. There is nothing definite, solid, and satisfying. United with the idea of immortality we find the absurdity of the resurrection. A prophecy that depends for its fulfillment upon an impossibility, cannot satisfy the brain or heart.

The destroyer of weeds, thistles, and thorns is a benefactor whether he soweth grain or not.

I do not believe in loving enemies; I have pretty hard work to love my friends.

Memory is the miser of the mind; forgetfulness the spendthrift.

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