I Like Man, But Not Men.

Providence Has A Wild, Rough, Incalculable Road To Its End, And It Is Of No Use To Try To Whitewash Its Huge, Mixed Instrumentalities, Or To Dress Up That Terrific Benefactor In A Clean Shirt And White Neckcloth Of A Student In Divinity.

Religion Must Always Be A Crab Fruit; It Cannot Be Grafted, And Keep Its Wild Beauty.

Never Self-possessed, Or Prudent, Love Is All Abandonment.

The Religions Of The World Are The Ejaculations Of A Few Imaginative Men.

There Is No Good Theory Of Disease Which Does Not At Once Suggest A Cure.