Confound You Handsome Young Fellows! You Think

We Mortals, Men And Women, Devour Many A Disappointment Between Breakfast And Dinnertime.

Correct English Is The Slang Of Prigs.

That By Desiring What Is Perfectly Good, Even When We Don't Quite Know What It Is And Cannot Do What We Would, We Are Part Of The Divine Power Against Evil -- Widening The Skirts Of Light And Making The Struggle With Darkness Narrower.

That Is The Bitterest Of All,--to Wear The Yoke Of Our Own Wrong-doing.

Thought Has Joys Apart, Even In Blackest Woe, And Seizing Some Fine Thread Of Verity Knows Momentary Godhead.