Earth Has One Angel Less And Heaven

The Love Of Science To Rival The Love Of Woman, In Its Depth And Absorbing Energy.

The World, That Grey-bearded And Wrinkled Profligate, Decrepit, Without Being Venerable.

She Wanted—what Some People Want Throughout Life—a Grief That Should Deeply Touch Her, And Thus Humanize And Make Her Capable Of Sympathy.

To The Untrue Man, The Whole Universe Is False- It Is Impalpable- It Shrinks To Nothing Within His Grasp. And He Himself Is In So Far As He Shows Himself In A False Light, Becomes A Shadow, Or, Indeed, Ceases To Exist.

Ugliness Without Tact Is Horrible.