We must cut our coat according to our cloth, and adapt ourselves to changing circumstances.

Faith is an act of self-consecration, in which the will, the intellect, and the affections all have their place.

We tolerate shapes in human beings that would horrify us if we saw them in a horse.

Events in the past may be roughly divided into those which probably never happened and those which do not matter.

Patriotism varies, from a noble devotion to a moral lunacy.

The great discovery of the nineteenth century, that we are of one blood with the lower animals, has created new ethical obligations which have not yet penetrated the public conscience. The clerical profession has been lamentably remiss in preaching this obvious duty.

Joy is the triumph of life; it is the sign that we are living our true life as spiritual beings.