Do Noble Things, Not Dream Them All

Because I Believe In A God Of Absolute And Unbounded Love, Therefore I Believe In A Loving Anger Of His Which Will And Must Devour And Destroy All Which Is Decayed, Monstrous, Abortive In His Universe Till All Enemies Shall Be Put Under His Feet, And God Shall Be All In All.

Nature's Deepest Laws, Her Only True Laws, Are Her Invisible Ones.

He Was One Of Those Men Who Possess Almost Every Gift, Except The Gift Of The Power To Use Them.

Now, To Tell My Story--if Not As It Ought To Be Told, At Least As I Can Tell It,--i Must Go Back Sixteen Years, To The Days When Whitbury Boasted Of Forty Coaches Per Diem, Instead Of One Railway, And Set Forth How In Its Southern Suburb, There Stood Two Pleasant House Side By Side, With Their Gardens Sloping Down To The Whit, And Parted From Each Other Only By The High Brick Fruit-wall, Through Which There Used To Be A Door Of Communication; For The Two Occupiers Were Fast Friends.

The Invitation, To Tom Highes What We Can We Will Be, Honest Englishmen. Do The Work That's Nearest, Though It's Dull At Whiles, Helping, When We Meet Them, Lame Dogs Over Stiles.