I Cut A Hole In My Heart

Now, To A Single-minded Man, Who Is Either Brave Enough Or Reckless Enough To Surrender Himself Wholly To One Idea, And Look Neither Right Nor Left, But Only Forward, What Earthly Consequences May Follow Is Not Material. Persecution Strengthens Him; And So He Is Sure He Is Right, Whether His Course End In A Prison Or On A Throne Is No Matter At All. But Men Of This Calibre Are Uncommon In Any Age Or In Any Country Very Uncommon In This Age And This Country.

It Is Ill Changing The Creed To Meet Each Rising Temptation. The Soul Is Truer Than It Seems, And Refuses To Be Trifled With.

Beautiful Is Old Age—beautiful As The Slow-dropping Mellow Autumn Of A Rich Glorious Summer. In The Old Man, Nature Has Fulfilled Her Work; She Loads Him With Blessings; She Fills Him With The Fruits Of A Well-spent Life; And, Surrounded By His Children And His Children's Children, She Rocks Him Softly Away To A Grave, To Which He Is Followed With Blessings. God Forbid We Should Not Call It Beautiful.

To Deny The Freedom Of The Will Is To Make Morality Impossible.

The Moral System Of The Universe Is Like A Document Written In Alternate Ciphers, Which Change From Line To Line.