There is hardly ever a complete silence in our soul. God is whispering to us well-nigh incessantly. Whenever the sounds of the world die out in the soul, or sink low, then we hear these whisperings of God. He is always whispering to us, only we do not always hear, because of the noise, hurry, and distraction which life causes as it rushes on.

A manufacturing district . . . sends out, as it were, suckers into all its neighborhood.

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.

It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward the patient labours of peace.

I am the King of Rome, and above grammar.

His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right.

The tyranny of a multitude is a multiplied tyranny.

The philosophy exam was a piece of cake -- which was a bit of a surprise, actually, because I was expecting some questions on a sheet of paper.

There are many elements to a campaign. Leadership is number one. Everything else is number two.

The mystical union, on the one hand. The resurrection of the body, on the other. I can't reach the ghost of an image, a formula, or even a feeling, that combines them. But the reality, we are given to understand, does. Reality is the iconoclast once more. Heaven will solve our problems--but not, I think, by showing us subtle reconciliations between all our apparently contradictory notions. The notions will all be knocked from under our feet. We shall see that there never was any problem.

Rowe's Rule: the odds are five to six that the light at the end of the tunnel is the headlight of an oncoming train.

All I ask for is the opportunity to prove that money doesn't buy happiness.

You can buy a person's time, you can buy their physical presence at a given place, you can even buy a measured number of their skilled muscular motions per hour. But you can not buy enthusiasm you can not buy loyalty. You can not buy the devotion of hearts, minds, or souls. You must earn these.

That hatred springs more from self-contempt than from a legitimate grievance is seen in the intimate connection between hatred and a guilty conscience.

When I but hear her sing, I fare Like one that raises, holds his ear To some bright star in the supremest Round; Through which, besides the light that's seen There may be heard, from Heaven within, The rests of Anthems, that the Angels sound.

Capitalism is using its money; we socialists throw it away.

In dreams begins responsibility.

Victory goes to the player who makes the next-to-last mistake.

The difference between perseverance and obstinacy is that one often comes from a strong will, and the other from a strong won't.

Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.