Religion Without Joy-it Is No Religion.

All Men Need Something To Poetize And Idealize Their Life A Little-something Which They Value For More Than Its Use, And Which Is A Symbol Of Their Emancipation From The Mere Materialism And Drudgery Of Daily Life.

Cities Have Always Been The Fireplaces Of Civilization, Whence Light And Heat Radiated Out Into The Dark.

Genius Is The Father Of A Heavenly Line, But The Mortal Mother, That Is Industry.

Remorse Is The Pain Of Sin.

Love Is The Piety Of The Affections.