The true epic of our times is not "Arm's and the Man," but "Tools and the Man"--an infinitely wider kind of epic.

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.

No person was every rightly understood until they had been first regarded with a certain feeling, not of tolerance, but of sympathy.

Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.

If Jesus Christ were to come today, people would not even crucify him. They would ask him to dinner, and hear what he had to say, and make fun of it.

Under all speech that is good for anything there lies a silence that is better, Silence is deep as Eternity; speech is shallow as Time.

Democracy is, by the nature of it, a self-canceling business: and gives in the long run a net result of zero.