I Have Known Men Who Have Been

There Is No Knife That Cuts So Sharply And With Such Poisoned Blade As Treachery.

Coleridge Cried; "o God, How Glorious It Is To Live!" Renan Asks, "o God, When Will It Be Worth While To Live?" In Nature We Echo The Poet; In The World We Echo The Thinker.

Nothing Is So Pleasant ... As To Display Your Worldly Wisdom In Epigram And Dissertation, But It Is A Trifle Tedious To Hear Another Person Display Theirs.

Charity Is A Flower Not Naturally Of Earthly Growth, And It Needs Manuring With A Promise Of Profit.

Love, The One Supreme, Unceasing Source Of Human Felicity, The One Sole Joy Which Lifts The Whole Mortal Existence Into The Empyrean, Was By It [christianity] Degraded Into The Mere Mechanical Action Of Reproduction.