There Is In Stillness Oft A Magic

Great Things Are Done By Devotion To One Idea.

To Live Is To Change, And To Be Perfect Is To Have Changed Often.

After The Fever Of Life--after Wearinesses, Sicknesses, Fightings And Despondings, Languor And Fretfulness, Struggling And Failing, Struggling And Succeeding--after All The Changes And Chances Of This Troubled And Unhealthy State, At Length Comes Death--at Length The White Throne Of God--at Length The Beatific Vision.

This Is What The Church Is Said To Want, Not Party Men, But Sensible, Temperate, Sober, Well-judging Persons, To Guide It Through The Channel Of No-meaning, Between The Scylla And Charybdis Of Aye And No.

Now What Is It That Moves Our Very Hearts And Sickens Us So Much At Cruelty Shown To Poor Brutes?.. They Have Done Us No Harm And They Have No Power Of Resistance... There Is Something So Very Dreadful, So Satanic, In Tormenting Those Who Have Never Harmed Us, Who Cannot Defend Themselves, Who Are Utterly In Our Power.