In The Huge Mass Of Evil As

Ever, As Before, Does Madness Remain A Mysterious-terrific, Altogether Infernal Boiling-up Of The Nether Chaotic Deep, Through This Fair-painted Vision Of Creation, Which Swims Thereon, Which We Name The Real.

Of All Your Troubles, Great And Small, The Greatest Are The Ones That Don't Happen At All.

Nature Is The Time-vesture Of God That Reveals Him To The Wise, And Hides Him From The Foolish.

The Old Cathedrals Are Good, But The Great Blue Dome That Hangs Over Everything Is Better.

Wonderful Force Of Public Opinion! We Must Act And Walk In All Points As It Prescribes; Follow The Traffic It Bids Us, Realize The Sum Of Money, The Degree Of Influence It Expects Of Us, Or We Shall Be Lightly Esteemed; Certain Mouthfuls Of Articulate Wind Will Be Blown At Us, And This What Mortal Courage Can Front?