But as in landlessness alone resides the highest truth, shoreless, indefinite as God—so, better is it to perish in that howling infinite, than be ingloriously dashed upon the lee, even if that were safety!
All the things that God would have us do are hard for us to do—remember that—and hence, he oftener commands us than endeavors to persuade.
All Profound things, and emotions of things are preceded and attended by Silence.
Ah, God! what trances of torments does that man endure who is consumed with one unachieved revengeful desire. He sleeps with clenched hands; and wakes with his own bloody nails in his palms.
Youth is the time when hearts are large.
You must have plenty of sea-room to tell the truth in.
Were civilization itself to be estimated by some of its results, it would seem perhaps better for what we call the barbarous part of the world to remain unchanged.
We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men.
War should be carried on like a monsoon; one changeless determination of every particle towards the one unalterable aim.
War being the greatest of evils, all its accessories necessarily partake of the same character.
Truth uncompromisingly told will always have its ragged edges.
Truth is the silliest thing under the sun. Try to get a living by the Truth and go to the Soup Societies. Heavens! Let any clergyman try to preach the Truth from its very stronghold, the pulpit, and they would ride him out of his church on his own pulpit bannister.
