Man In General, If Reduced To Himself,

In The Whole Vast Dome Of Living Nature There Reigns An Open Violence, A Kind Of Prescriptive Fury Which Arms All The Creatures To Their Common Doom: As Soon As You Leave The Inanimate Kingdom You Find The Decree Of Violent Death Inscribed On The Very Frontiers Of Life.

Genius Does Not Seem To Derive Any Great Support From Syllogisms. Its Carriage Is Free; Its Manner Has A Touch Of Inspiration. We See It Come, But We Never See It Walk.

In The Works Of Man, Everything Is As Poor As Its Author; Vision Is Confined, Means Are Limited, Scope Is Restricted, Movements Are Labored, And Results Are Humdrum.

What A Miserable World!--trouble If We Love, And Trouble If We Do Not Love.

It Can Even Come About That A Created Will Cancels Out, Not Perhaps The Exertion, But The Result Of Divine Action; For In This Sense, God Himself Has Told Us That God Wishes Things Which Do Not Happen Because Man Does Not Wish Them! Thus The Rights Of Men Are Immense, And His Greatest Misfortune Is To Be Unaware Of Them.