To The Irreligious Person Heaven Would Be

The Ears Of The Common People Are Holier Than The Hearts Of The Priests.

Somehow I Am Necessary For His Purposes, As Necessary In My Place As An Archangel In His.

Now What Is It Moves Our Very Hearts, And Sickens Us So Much At Cruelty Shown To Poor Brutes? I Suppose This First, That They Have Done No Harm; Next, That They Have No Power Whatever Of Resistance; It Is The Cowardice And Tyranny Of Which They Are The Victims Which Makes Their Sufferings So Especially Touching.

Living Nature, Not Dull Art Shall Plan My Ways And Rule My Heart.

The World Is Content With Setting Right The Surface Of Things.