By the irresistible maturing of the general mind, the Christian traditions have lost their hold.

Every stoic was a stoic; but in Christendom where is the Christian?

Instead of making Christianity a vehicle of truth, you make truth only a horse for Christianity.

It is curious that Christianity, which is idealism, is sturdily defended by the brokers, and steadily attacked by the idealists.

God builds his temple in the heart on the ruins of churches and religions.

If I should go out of church whenever I hear a false sentiment, I could never stay there five minutes.

How beautiful to have the church always open, so that every tired wayfaring man may come in and be soothed by all that art can suggest of a better world when he is weary with this.

The idea of God ends in a paltry Methodist meeting-house.

Cities degrade us by magnifying trifles.

What is the city in which we sit here, but an aggregate of incongruous materials, which have obeyed the will of some man?