There are depths in man that go to the lowest hell, and heights that reach the highest heaven, for are not both heaven and hell made out of him, everlasting miracle and mystery that he is.

For suffering and enduring there is no remedy, but striving and doing.

Courtesy is the due of man to man; not of suit-of-clothes to suit-of-clothes.

In this world there is one godlike thing, the essence of all that was or ever will be of godlike in this world: the veneration done to Human Worth by the hearts of men.

In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time; the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.

Neither in tailoring nor in legislating does man proceed by mere accident.

The battle that never ends is the battle of belief against disbelief