Instead Of Man To Love, We Have

There Are At Bottom But Two Possible Religions--that Which Rises In The Moral Nature Of Man, And Which Takes Shape In Moral Commandments, And That Which Grows Out Of The Observation Of The Material Energies Which Operate In The External Universe.

Thirst Of Power And Of Riches Now Bear Sway, The Passion And Infirmity Of Age.

To Be Enthusiastic About Doing Much With Human Nature Is A Foolish Business Indeed; And, Throwing Himself Into His Work As He Was Doing, And Expecting So Much From It, Would Not The Tide Ebb As Strongly As It Was Flowing? It Is A Rash Game This Setting Our Hearts On Any Future Beyond What We Have Our Own Selves Control Over. Things Do Not Walk As We Settle With Ourselves They Ought To Walk, And To Hope Is Almost The Correlative Of To Be Disappointed.

The War Of Good And Evil Is Mightiest In Mightiest Souls, And Even In The Darkest Time The Heart Will Maintain Its Right Against The Hardest Creed.

Thy Plain And Open Nature Sees Mankind But In Appearance, Not What They Are.