Woe to him that claims obedience when it is not due; woe to him that refuses it when it is.

Heroes have gone out; quacks have come in; the reign of quacks has not ended with the nineteenth century. The sceptre is held with a firmer grasp; the empire has a wider boundary. We are all the slaves of quackery in one shape or another. Indeed, one portion of our being is always playing the successful quack to the other.

In a symbol there is concealment and yet revelation: here therefore, by Silence and by Speech acting together, comes a double significance.

The eternal stars shine out again, so soon as it is dark enough.

We call it a Society; and go about professing openly the totalest separation, isolation. Our life is not a mutual helpfulness; but rather, cloaked under due laws-of-war, named fair competition and so forth, it is a mutual hostility.

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

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