A Life Is Black, Whiten It As

Profaneness Is A Brutal Vice. He Who Indulges In It Is No Gentleman, I Care Not What His Stamp May Be In Society; I Care Not What Clothes He Wears, Or What Culture He Boasts.

Conscience Is Its Own Readiest Accuser.

We Move Too Much In Platoons; We March By Sections; We Do Not Live In Our Vital Individuality Enough; We Are Slaves To Fashion, In Mind And In Heart, If Not To Our Passions And Appetites.

It Is As Bad To Clip Conscience As To Clip Coin; It Is As Bad To Give A Counterfeit Statement As A Counterfeit Bill.

Honor To The Idealists, Whether Philosophers Or Poets. They Have Improved Us By Mingling With Our Daily Pursuits Great And Transcendent Conceptions. They Have Thrown Around Our Sensual Life The Grandeur Of A Better, And Drawn Us Up From Contacts With The Temporal And The Selfish To Communion With Beauty And Truth And Goodness.