Be It Whim Or Emergency, The Modern

I Meant To Do My Work Today But A Brown Bird Sang In The Apple Tree And A Butterfly Flitted Across The Field And All The Leaves Were Calling Me.

Organized Christianity Has Probably Done More To Retard The Ideals That Were Its Founder's Than Any Other Agency In The World.

All Myths That Are Something More Than Fancies Gain Rather Than Lose In Value With Time, By Reason Of The Accretions Of Human Experience.

Modern Science, Then, So Far From Being An Enemy Of Romance, Is Seen On Every Hand To Be Its Sympathetic And Resourceful Friend, Its Swift And Irresistible Helper In Its Serious Need, And An Indulgent Minister To Its Lighter Fancies.

Celestial Spirit That Doth Roll; The Heart's Sepulchral Stone Away, Be This Our Resurrection Day, The Singing Easter Of The Soul - O Gentle Master Of The Wise, Teach Us To Say: "i Will Arise."