Not only do words infect, egotize, narcotize, and paralyze, but they enter into and colour the minutest cells of the brain. . . .

Yet there be certain times in a young man’s life, when, through great sorrow or sin, all the boy in him is burnt and seared away so that he passes at one step to the more sorrowful state of manhood

All things considered, there are only two kinds of men in the world: those that stay at home and those that do not.

More men are killed by overwork than the importance of the world justifies.

If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.

When man has come to the Turnstiles of Night, all the creeds in the world seem to him wonderfully alike and colorless.

The Three in One, the One in Three? Not so! To my own Gods I go. It may be they shall give me greater ease than your cold Christ and tangled Trinities.