There are half hours that dilate to the importance of centuries.

The stoicism that comes of endurance has something of death in it.

What we suffer for is enriched by our suffering until it becomes priceless.

People incline to doubt the superiority of a person who will associate with them.

There is no robbery so terrible as the robbery committed by those who think they are doing right.

Nature protects us in our uttermost losses by a density through which conviction is slow to penetrate.

One meets and wakes you to vivid life in an immortal hour. Thousands could not do it through eternity.

To see men admitting that you are what you believe yourself to be, is one of the triumphs of existence.

We cannot leave the expression of our lives to those better qualified than we are, however dear they may be.

There should be a colossal mother going about the world to turn men over her lap and give them the slipper. They pine for it.

Two may talk together under the same roof for many years, yet never really meet; and two others at first speech are old friends.

The form of religion was always a trivial matter to me. ... The pageantry of the Roman Church that first mothered and nurtured me touches me to this day. I love the Protestant prayers of the English Church. And I love the stern and knotty argument, the sermon with heads and sequences, of the New England Congregationalist. For this catholicity Catholics have upbraided me, churchmen rebuked me, and dissenters denied that I had any religion at all.

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