It is a strange trade that of advocacy. Your intellect, your highest heavenly gift is hung up in the shop window like a loaded pistol for sale.

To know, to get into the truth of anything, is ever a mystic art, of which the best logic's can but babble on the surface.

Speech is of time, silence is of eternity.

Faith is loyalty to some inspired teacher, some spiritual hero.

The depth of our despair measures what capability and height of claim we have to hope.

Silence is more eloquent than words.

Sarcasm I now see to be, in general, the language of the devil; for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.