There Is A Self-evident Axiom, That She

Coleridge Cried; "o God, How Glorious It Is To Live!" Renan Asks, "o God, When Will It Be Worth While To Live?" In Nature We Echo The Poet; In The World We Echo The Thinker.

The Joy Of A Strong Nature Is As Cloudless As Its Suffering Is Desolate.

A Great Love Is An Absolute Isolation And An Absolute Absorption.

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.

An Easy-going Husband Is The One Indispensable Comfort Of Life.