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

The mystery of a person, indeed, is ever divine to him that has a sense for the godlike.

What we become depends on what we read after all of the professors have finished with us. The greatest university of all is a collection of books.

All that mankind has done, thought or been: it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books.

What unknown seas of feeling lie in man, and will from time to time break through!

A background of wrath, which can be stirred up to the murderous infernal pitch, does lie in every man.

Is there no God, then, but at best an absentee God, sitting idle, ever since the first Sabbath, at the outside of his Universe?