Even A Good Man Sees Evil Days,

It Is The Heart That Makes The Critic, Not The Nose.

Without A Belief In Personal Immortality, Religion Surely Is Like An Arch Resting On One Pillar, Like A Bridge Ending In An Abyss.

I Spend My Happiest Hours In Reading Vedantic Books. They Are To Me Like The Light Of The Morning, Like The Pure Air Of The Mountains - So Simple, So True, If Once Understood.

The Spring Of Love Becomes Hidden And Soon Filled Up.

No One Who Has Not Examined Patiently And Honestly The Other Religions Of The World Can Know What Christianity Really Is, Or Can Join With Such Truth And Sincerity In The Words Of St. Paul, "i Am Not Ashamed Of The Gospel Of Christ.