Word which the finger of God has written on the brow of every man — hope!

War can only be qualified by its object, and there is neither foreign war nor civil war, there is only just or unjust war.

You say, "Where goest Thou?" I cannot tell, And still go on. But if the way be straight I cannot go amiss: before me lies Dawn and the day: the night behind me: that Suffices me: I break the bounds: I see, And nothing more; believe and nothing less. My future is not one of my concerns.

Man does not understand nor accept immortality except on condition of self-remembrance.

Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?

Monsieur' to a convict is a glass of water to a man dying of thirst at sea; ignominy thirsts for respect.

Whenever we encounter the Infinite in man, however imperfectly understood, we treat it with respect. Whether in the synagogue, the mosque, the pagoda, or the wigwam, there is a hideous aspect which we execrate and a sublime aspect which we venerate. So great a subject for spiritual contemplation, such measureless dreaming - the echo of God on the human wall!