I Firmly Believe That If The Whole

The Amen Of Nature Is Always A Flower.

Me Wretched! Let Me Curr To Quercine Shades! Effund Your Albid Hausts, Lactiferous Maids! O, Might I Vole To Some Umbrageous Clump,-- Depart,--be Off,--excede,--evade,--erump!

Build Thee More Stately Mansions, O My Soul, As The Swift Seasons Roll! Leave Thy Low-vaulted Past! Let Each New Temple, Nobler Than The Last, Shut Thee From Heaven With A Dome More Vast, Till Thou At Length Art Free, Leaving Thine Outgrown Shell By Life's Unresting Sea!

Many People Die With Their Music Still In Them. Why Is This So? Too Often It Is Because They Are Always Getting Ready To Live. Before They Know It, Time Runs Out.

When Men Have Realized That Time Has Upset Many Fighting Faiths, They May Come To Believe... That The Ultimate Good Desired Is Better Reached By Free Trade In Ideas-- That The Best Test Of Truth Is The Power Of The Thought To Get Itself Accepted In The Competition Of The Market, And That Truth Is The Only Ground Upon Which Their Wishes Safely Can Be Carried Out. That At Any Rate Is The Theory Of Our Constitution. It Is An Experiment. As All Life Is An Experiment. Every Year If Not Every Day We Wager Our Salvation Upon Some Prophecy Based Upon Imperfect Knowledge.