It is the feeling of injustice that is insupportable to all men.

Wealth of a man is the number of things which he loves and blesses which he is loved and blessed by.

Poetry is the attempt which man makes to render his existence harmonious.

Violence does even justice unjustly.

The nobleness of silence. The highest melody dwells only in silence,--the sphere melody, the melody of health.

Of all the paths a man could strike into, there is, at any given moment, a best path .. A thing which, here and now, it were of all things wisest for him to do .. To find this path, and walk in it, is the one thing needful for him.

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