But when he snapped his fingers and said, 'I don't care that for the religion of a man which does not begin with prayer,' I was provoked at his forgetfulness of the character of his audience.
"1867.

I am more and more disgusted with the preaching that I hear!...
Why cannot a man act himself, be himself, and think for himself?
It seems to me that naturalness alone is power; that a borrowed word is weaker than our own weakness, however small we may be.

If I reach a girl's heart or head, I know I must reach it through my own, and not from bigger hearts and heads than mine.
"March, 1873.

There was something so genuine and so sincere in George Macdonald that he took those of us who were _emotional_ completely--not by storm so much as by gentle breezes....

What he said wasn't profound except as it reached the depths of the heart....