Be Good, Sweet Maid, And Let Who

You Are Literally Filled With The Fruit Of Your Own Devices, With Rats And Mice And Such Small Deer, Paramecia, And Entomostraceæ, And Kicking Things With Horrid Names, Which You See In Microscopes At The Polytechnic, And Rush Home And Call For Brandy-without The Water-stone, And Gravel, And Dyspepsia, And Fragments Of Your Own Muscular Tissue Tinged With Your Own Bile.

He Was Not Only, I Soon Discovered, A Water Drinker, But A Strict Vegetarian, To Which, Perhaps, He Owed A Great Deal Of The Almost Preternatural Clearness, Volubility, And Sensitiveness Of Mind.

In The Four Hundred And Thirteenth Year Of The Christian Era, Some Three Hundred Miles Above Alexandria, The Young Monk Philammon Was Sitting On The Edge Of A Low Range Of Inland Cliffs, Crested With Drifting Sand.

There Are Two Freedoms - The False, Where A Man Is Free To Do What He Likes; The True, Where He Is Free To Do What He Ought.

Nothing That Man Ever Invents Will Absolve Him From The Universal Necessity Of Being Good As God Is Good, Righteous As God Is Righteous, And Holy As God Is Holy.