In Europe life is histrionic and dramatized, and in America, except when it is trying to be European, it is direct and sincere.

I wonder why we hate the past so.

Preach the blessings of our deeply incorporated civilization by the mouths of our eight-inch guns.

It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.

I know, indeed, of nothing more subtly satisfying and cheering than a knowledge of the real good will and appreciation of others. Such happiness does not come with money, nor does it flow from fine physical state. It cannot be brought. But it is the keenest joy, after all; and the toiler's truest and best reward.

The disposition to give a cup of cold water to a disciple is a far nobler property than the finest intellect. Satan has a fine intellect, but not the image of God.

He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence.