The World Never Leaves One In Ignorance

Love, The One Supreme, Unceasing Source Of Human Felicity, The One Sole Joy Which Lifts The Whole Mortal Existence Into The Empyrean, Was By It [christianity] Degraded Into The Mere Mechanical Action Of Reproduction.

In Its Permission To Man To Render Subject To Him All Other Living Creatures Of The Earth, It Continued The Cruelty Of The Barbarian And The Pagan, And Endowed These With What Appeared A Divine Authority.

Power Is Sweet, And When You Are A Little Clerk You Love Its Sweetness Quite As Much As If You Were An Emperor, And Maybe You Love It A Good Deal More.

A Pipe Is A Pocket Philosopher,--a Truer One Than Socrates, For It Never Asks Questions. Socrates Must Have Been Very Tiresome, When One Thinks Of It.

What We Love Once, We Love Forever. Shall There Be Joy In Heaven Over Those Who Repent, Yet No Forgiveness For Them Upon Earth? --"wanda