Correct English Is The Slang Of Prigs.

I Couldn't Live In Peace If I Put The Shadow Of A Willful Sin Between Myself And God.

So Shall I Join The Choir Invisible Whose Music Is The Gladness Of The World.

The Scornful Nostril And The High Head Gather Not The Odors That Lie On The Track Of Truth.

The Tendency Toward Good In Human Nature Has A Force Which No Creed Can Utterly Counteract, And Which Insures The Ultimate Triumph Of That Tendency Over All Dogmatic Perversions.

The Dull Mind, Once Arriving At An Inference That Flatters The Desire, Is Rarely Able To Retain The Impression That The Notion From Which The Inference Started Was Purely Problematic.