To Judge A Man Means Nothing More

Language Is The Spiritual Exhalation Of The Nation.

Faith Can Be Interested In Results Only, For A Truth Once Recognized As Such Puts An End To The Believer's Thinking.

Trees Have About Them Something Beautiful And Attractive Even To The Fancy, Since They Cannot Change Their Places, Are Witnesses Of All The Changes That Take Place Around Them; And As Some Reach A Great Age, They Become, As It Were, Historical Monuments, And Like Ourselves They Have A Life, Growing And Passing Away, --not Being Inanimate And Unvarying Like The Fields And Rivers. One Sees Them Passing Through Various Stages, And At Last Step By Step Approaching Death, Which Makes Them Look Still More Like Ourselves.

The Mere Reality Of Life Would Be Inconceivably Poor Without The Charm Of Fancy, Which Brings In Its Bosom, No Doubt, As Many Vain Fears As Idle Hopes, But Lends Much Oftener To The Illusions It Calls Up A Gay Flattering Hue Than One Which Inspires Terror.

Death Is But A Word To Us. One's Own Experience Alone Can Teach Us The Real Meaning Of The Word. The Sight Of The Dying Does Little. What One Sees Of Them Is Merely What Precedes Death: Dull Unconsciousness Is All We See. Whether This Be So,--how And When The Spirit Wakes To Life Again,--this Is What All Wish To Know, And What Never Can Be Known Until It Is Experienced.