Humor Is Consistent With Pathos, Whilst Wit

Great Old Books Of The Great Old Authors Are Not In Everybody's Reach; And Though It Is Better To Know Them Thoroughly Than To Know Them Only Here And There, Yet It Is A Good Work To Give A Little To Those Who Have Neither Time Nor Means To Get His Own Belief.

Nature Has Her Proper Interest; And He Will Know What It Is, Who Believes And Feels, That Every Thing Has A Life Of Its Own, And That We Are All One Life.

The One Red Leaf, The Last Of Its Clan, That Dances As Often As Dance It Can, Hanging So Light, And Hanging So High, On The Topmost Twig That Looks Up At The Sky.

Pity Is Best Taught By Fellowship In Woe.

[coleridge] Selected An Instance Of What Was Called The Sublime, In Darwin, Who Imagined The Creation Of The Universe To Have Taken Place In A Moment, By The Explosion Of A Mass Of Matter In The Womb, Or Centre Of Space. In One And The Same Instant Of Time, Suns And Planets Shot Into Systems In Every Direction, And Filled And Spangled The Illimitable Void! He Asserted This To Be An Intolerable Degradation -referring, As It Were, All The Beauty And Harmony Of Nature To Something Like The Bursting Of A Barrel Of Gunpowder! That Spit Its Combustible Materials Into A Pock-freckled Creation!