In the Twentieth Century war will be dead, the scaffold will be dead, hatred will be dead, frontier boundaries will be dead, dogmas will be dead; man will live. He will possess something higher than all these-a great country, the whole earth, and a great hope, the whole heaven.

The holy law of Jesus Christ governs our civilisation, but it does not yet permeate it.

It is grievous for a man to leave behind him a shadow in his own shape.

Not being heard is no reason for silence.

The quantity of civilization is measured by the quality of imagination.

Lastly, this threefold poetry flows from three great sources - The Bible, Homer, Shakespeare.... The Bible before the Iliad, the Iliad before Shakespeare.

The flesh is the upper surface of the unknown.