It Is Right Noble To Fight With

Birds And Beasts Have In Fact Our Own Nature, Flattened A Semi-tone.

We First Crush People To The Earth, And Then Claim The Right Of Trampling On Them Forever, Because They Are Prostrate.

If We Really Believed That Those Who Are Gone From Us Were As Truly Alive As Ourselves, We Could Not Invest The Subject With Such Awful Depth Of Gloom As We Do. If We Could Imbue Our Children With Distinct Faith In Immortality, We Should Never Speak Of People As Dead, But Passed Into Another World. We Should Speak Of The Body As A Cast-off Garment, Which The Wearer Had Outgrown; Consecrated Indeed By The Beloved Being That Used It For A Season, But Of No Value Within Itself.

That Man's Best Works Should Be Such Bungling Imitations Of Nature's Infinite Perfection, Matters Not Much; But That He Should Make Himself An Imitation, This Is The Fact Which Nature Moans Over, And Deprecates Beseechingly. Be Spontaneous, Be Truthful, Be Free, And Thus Be Individuals! Is The Song She Sings Through Warbling Birds, And Whispering Pines, And Roaring Waves, And Screeching Winds.

The Existence Of Very Pious Feelings, In Conjunction With Intolerance, Cruelty, And Selfish Policy, Has Never Ceased To Surprise And Perplex Those Who Have Viewed It Calmly From A Distance. ... It Is Impossible To Exaggerate The Evil Work Theology Has Done In The World. What Destruction Of The Beautiful Monuments Of Past Ages, What Waste Of Life, What Disturbance Of Domestic And Social Happiness, What Perverted Feelings, What Blighted Hearts, Have Always Marked Its Baneful Progress!