Speech is too often not the art of concealing thought, but of quite stifling and suspending thought, so that there is none to conceal.
To the mean eye all things are trivial, as certainly as to the jaundiced they are yellow.
There is but one temple in this Universe: The Body. We speak to God whenever we lay our hands upon it.
Histories are a kind of distilled newspapers.
Is man’s civilization only a wrappage, through which the savage nature of him can still burst, infernal as ever?
The beginning of all wisdom is to look fixedly on clothes, or even with armed eyesight, till they become transparent.
We have profoundly forgotten everywhere that Cash-payment is not the sole relation of human beings.
The past is always attractive because it is drained of fear.
A background of wrath, which can be stirred up to the murderous infernal pitch, does lie in every man.
Laughter means sympathy.
Evil, once manfully fronted, ceases to be evil; there is generous battle-hope in place of dead, passive misery; the evil itself has become a kind of good.
Not one false man but doth uncountable evil.
The great soul of this world is just.
Just in ratio as knowledge increases, faith diminishes.
All true work is sacred.
Labor is life: from the inmost heart of the worker rises his God-given force, the sacred celestial life-essence breathed into him by Almighty God!
Labor, wide as the earth, has its summit in heaven.
A pygmy standing on the outward crust of this small planet, his far-reaching spirit stretches outward to the infinite, and there alone finds rest.
The Highest Being reveals himself in man.
Money, in truth, can do much, but it cannot do all. We must know the province of it, and confine it there, and even spurn it back when it wishes to get farther.