It Was One Of Those Dangerous Moments

... Goodness Is Of A Modest Nature, Easily Discouraged, And When Much Elbowed In Early Life By Unabashed Vices, Is Apt To Retire Into Extreme Privacy, So That It Is More Easily Believed In By Those Who Construct A Selfish Old Gentleman Theoretically, Than By Those Who Form The Narrower Judgments Based On His Personal Acquaintance.

Subtract From The New Testament The Miraculous And Highly Impossible, And What Will Be The Remainder?

Will Not A Tiny Speck Very Close To Our Vision Blot Out The Glory Of The World, And Leave Only A Margin By Which We See The Blot? I Know No Speck So Troublesome As Self.

Net The Large Fish And You Are Sure To Have The Small Fry.

A Blush Is No Language; Only A Dubious Flag - Signal Which May Mean Either Of Two Contradictories