The God of merely traditional believers is the great Absentee of the universe.

The heart must glow before the tongue can gild.

A fretful fancy is constantly flinging its possessor into gratuitous tophets.

There is one thing diviner than duty, namely, the bond of obligation transmuted into liberty.

Fate is the friend of the good, the guide of the wise, the tyrant of the foolish, the enemy of the bad.

After every storm the sun will smile; for every problem there is a solution, and the soul's indefeasible duty is to be of good cheer.

Reserve may be pride fortified in ice; dignity is worth reposing on truth.