Go Down Again - I Dwell Among

A Universityeducates The Intellect To Reason Well In All Matters, To Reach Out Towards Truth, And To Grasp It.

Brutes Gaze On Sights, They Are Arrested By Sounds; And What They See And What They Hear Are Sights And Sounds Only. The Intellectof Man, On The Contrary, Energises As Well As His Eye Or Ear, And Perceives In Sights Or Sounds Something Beyond Them. It Seizes And Unites What The Senses Present To It; It Grasps And Forms What Need Not Be Seen Or Heard Except In Detail. It Discerns In Lines And Colors, Or In Tones, What Is Beautiful And What Is Not. It Gives Them A Meaning, And Invests Them With An Idea.

Now What Is It That Moves Our Very Hearts And Sickens Us So Much At Cruelty Shown To Poor Brutes?.. They Have Done Us No Harm And They Have No Power Of Resistance... There Is Something So Very Dreadful, So Satanic, In Tormenting Those Who Have Never Harmed Us, Who Cannot Defend Themselves, Who Are Utterly In Our Power.

I Toast The Pope, But I Toast Conscience First.

I Will Trust Him. Whatever, Wherever I Am, I Can Never Be Thrown Away. If I Am In Sickness, My Sickness May Serve Him; In Perplexity, My Perplexity May Serve Him; If I Am In Sorrow, My Sorrow May Serve Him. My Sickness, Or Perplexity, Or Sorrow May Be Necessary Causes Of Some Great End, Which Is Quite Beyond Us. He Does Nothing In Vain.