Taste, if it mean anything but a paltry connoisseurship, must mean a general susceptibility to truth and nobleness, a sense to discern, and a heart to love and reverence all beauty, order, goodness, wheresoever, or in whatsoever forms and accompaniments they are to be seen. This surely implies, as its chief condition, not any given external rank or situation, but a finely-gifted mind, purified into harmony with itself, into keenness and justness of vision; above all, kindled into love and generous admiration.

We arc the miracle of miracles, the great inscrutable mystery of God.

Evil and good are everywhere, like shadow and substance; inseparable (for men) yet not hostile, only opposed.

It is not a lucky word, this name impossible; no good comes of those who have it so often in their mouths.

War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle; therefore they take boys from one village and another village, stick them into uniforms, equip them with guns, and let them loose like wild beasts against one other.

Friend, hast thou considered the "rugged, all-nourishing earth," as Sophocles well names her; how she feeds the sparrow on the housetop, much more her darling man?

The difference between Socrates and Jesus? The great conscious and the immeasurably great unconscious.