Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's judgment.

Wealth of a man is the number of things which he loves and blesses which he is loved and blessed by.

In the huge mass of evil as it rolls and swells, there is ever some good working toward deliverance and triumph.

On the whole, I would bid you stand up to your work, whatever it may be, and not be afraid of it; not in sorrows or contradictions to yield, but to push on towards the goal.

In a different time, in a different place, it is always some other side of our common human nature that has been developing itself. The actual truth is the sum of all these.

A man without a goal is like a ship without a rudder.

Is man’s civilization only a wrappage, through which the savage nature of him can still burst, infernal as ever?