No Religion But Blasphemes A Little.

A Bit Of Mould Is A Pleiad Of Flowers; A Nebula Is An Ant-hill Of Stars.

Every Bad Institution Of This World Ends By Suicide.

And So, Being In Heaven, It Was Easy For Him To Lose Sight Of Earth.

...though We Chisel Away As Best We Can At The Mysterious Block From Which Our Life Is Made, The Black Vein Of Destiny Continually Reappears.

It Is Man's Consolation That The Future Is To Be A Sunrise Instead Of A Sunset.