I Am Never Long, Even In The

Exhausting Thought, And Hiving Wisdom With Each Studious Year.

Where There Is Mystery, It Is Generally Suspected There Must Also Be Evil.

The Christian Has Greatly The Advantage Of The Unbeliever, Having Everything To Gain And Nothing To Lose.

But What Is Hope? Nothing But The Paint On The Face Of Existence; The Least Touch Of Truth Rubs It Off, And Then We See What A Hollow-cheeked Harlot We Have Got Hold Of.

Fair Greece! Sad Relic Of Departed Worth! Immortal, Though No More! Though Fallen, Great!