The Boughs Of No Two Trees Ever

It Is Wonderful How Shy Even Liberal Ministers Generally Are About Trusting People With The Plain Truth Concerning Their Religion. They Want To Veil It In A Supernatural Haze. They Are Very Reluctant To Part With The Old Idea That God Has Given To Jews And Christians A Peculiar Monopoly Of Truth. It Is A Selfish View Of God's Government Of The World, And It Is Time That We Knew Enough To Outgrow It.

The Eye Of Genius Has Always A Plaintive Expression, And Its Natural Language Is Pathos.

Over The River And Through The Wood, To Grandfather's House We Go; The Horse Knows The Way To Carry The Sleigh, Through The White And Drifted Snow.

Flowers Have Spoken To Me More Than I Can Tell In Written Words. They Are The Hieroglyphics Of Angels, Loved By All Men For The Beauty Of Their Character, Though Few Can Decipher Even Fragments Of Their Meaning.

Even If Nothing Worse Than Wasted Mental Effort Could Be Laid To The Charge Of Theology, That Alone Ought To Be Sufficient To Banish It From The Earth, As One Of The Worst Enemies Of Mankind.