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

If I had my way, the world would hear a pretty stern command - Exit Christ.

All that mankind has done, thought or been: it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books.

They have their belief, these poor Tibet people, that Providence sends down always an Incarnation of Himself into every generation. At bottom some belief in a kind of Pope! At bottom still better, a belief that there is a Greatest Man; that he is discoverable; that, once discovered, we ought to treat him with an obedience which knows no bounds. This is the truth of Grand Lamaism; the "discoverability" is the only error here.

The eye sees what it brings the power to see.

A pygmy standing on the outward crust of this small planet, his far-reaching spirit stretches outward to the infinite, and there alone finds rest.

Government is emphatically a machine: to the discontented a taxing machine, to the contented a machine for securing property.