Unity, agreement, is always silent or soft-voiced; it is only discord that loudly proclaims itself.

The Bible is the truest utterance that ever came by alphabetic letters from the soul of man, through which, as through a window divinely opened, all men can look into the stillness of eternity, and discern in glimpses their far-distant, long-forgotten home.

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.

In a certain sense all men are historians.

History is a great dust heap.

A good book is the purest essence of a human soul.

If there be not a religious element in the relations of men, such relations are miserable and doomed to ruin.