There Is Evil In Every Human Heart,

No, My Little Pearl! Thou Must Gather Thine Own Sunshine. I Have None To Give Thee.

The Christian Faith Is A Grand Cathedral With Divinely Pictured Windows.

Death Was Too Definite An Object To Be Wished For Or Avoided.

A Man--poet, Prophet, Or Whatever Be May Be--readily Persuades Himself Of His Right To All The Worship That Is Voluntarily Tendered.

A High Truth, Indeed, Fairly, Finely, And Skilfully Wrought Out, Brightening At Every Step, And Crowning The Final Development Of A Work Of Fiction, May Add An Artistic Glory, But Is Never Any Truer, And Seldom Any More Evident, At The Last Page Than At The First.