If a book comes from the heart, it will contrive to reach other hearts; all art and author-craft are of small amount to that.

A man's religion consists, not of the many things he is in doubt of and tries to believe, but of the few he is assured of and has no need of effort for believing.

He who could foresee affairs three days in advance would be rich for thousands of years.

There is a perennial nobleness, and even sacredness, in work. Were he never so benighted, forgetful of his high calling, there is always hope in a man that actually and earnestly works: in idleness alone there is perpetual despair.

A false man found a religion? Why, a false man cannot build a brick house!

No pressure, no diamonds.

History is a mighty dramos, enacted upon the theatre of times, with suns for lamps and eternity for a background.