Goethe's devil is a cultivated personage and acquainted with the modern sciences; sneers at witchcraft and the black art even while employing them, and doubts most things, nay, half disbelieves even his own existence.

A word spoken in season, at the right moment; is the mother of ages.

May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented books.

It is meritorious to insist on forms; religion and all else naturally clothes itself in forms. Everywhere the formed world is the only habitable one.

Faith is loyalty to some inspired teacher, some spiritual hero.

It is great, and there is no other greatness-to make one nook of God's Creation more fruitful, better, more worthy of God; to make some human heart a little wiser, manlier, happier-more blessed.

If there be no enemy there's no fight. If no fight, no victory and if no victory there is no crown.