I Do Not Pretend To Understand The

Wit Has Its Place In Debate; In Controversy It Is A Legitimate Weapon, Offensive And Defensive.

It Seems Strange That A Butterfly's Wing Should Be Woven Up So Thin And Gauzy In The Monstrous Loom Of Nature, And Be So Delicately Tipped With Fire From Such A Gross Hand, And Rainbowed All Over In Such A Storm Of Thunderous Elements. The Marvel Is That Such Great Forces Do Such Nice Work.

Such A Large Sweet Fruit Is A Complete Marriage, That It Needs A Very Long Summer To Ripen In And Then A Long Winter To Mellow And Season It.

Justice Is The Idea Of God, The Ideal Of Man, The Rule Of Conduct Writ In The Nature Of Mankind.

I Do Not Pretend To Understand The Moral Universe; The Arc Is A Long One. . . . But From What I See I Am Sure It Bends Toward Justice.