Pure Felicity Is Reserved For The Heavenly

It Is Exceedingly Deleterious To Withdraw The Sanction Of Religion From Amusement. If We Feel That It Is All Injurious We Should Strip The Earth Of Its Flowers And Blot Out Its Pleasant Sunshine.

In The Isolation Of His Clear, Cold Intellect, The Sceptic Abides In A Glacial And Spectral Universe. No Glow From The Affections Lights Up The Frost And Shadow Of The Grave. He Feels No Prophecy In The Thrill Of The Human Heart-in The Incompleteness Of Nature. He Believes Merely In Things Tangible, And Sees Only In The Daytime. He Will Not Confess The Authenticity Of That Paler Light Of Faith Which Was Meant To Shine When The Sunshine Of Reason Falls Short, And The Firmament Of Mystery Is Over Our Heads.

Death Is The Condition Of Higher And More Fruitful Life.

Poetry Is The Utterance Of Deep And Heart-felt Truth - The True Poet Is Very Near The Oracle.

The Downright Fanatic Is Nearer To The Heart Of Things Than The Cool And Slippery Disputant.