Christ was only crucified once and for a few hours. Think of the hundreds of thousands whom Christ has been crucifying in a quiet way ever since.

Life is like playing a violin solo in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.

Life is a quarry, out of which we are to mold and chisel and complete a character.

Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.

When a man is in doubt about this or that in his writing, it will often guide him if he asks himself how it will tell a hundred years hence.

An apology for the devil: it must be remembered that we have heard one side of the case. God has written all the books.

A man should be just cultured enough to be able to look with suspicion upon culture at first, not second hand.