If "ifs" And "ands" Were Pots And

What I Want Is, Not To Possess Religion, But To Have A Religion That Shall Possess Me.

Our Wanton Accidents Take Root, And Grow To Vaunt Themselves God's Laws.

You Must Not Say That This Cannot Be, Or That That Is Contrary To Nature. You Do Not Know What Nature Is, Or What She Can Do; And Nobody Knows; Not Even Sir Roderick Murchison, Or Professor Huxley, Or Mr. Darwin, Or Professor Faraday, Or Mr. Grove, Or Any Other Of The Great Men Whom Good Boys Are Taught To Respect. They Are Very Wise Men; And You Must Listen Respectfully To All They Say: But Even If They Should Say, Which I Am Sure They Never Would, 'that Cannot Exist. That Is Contrary To Nature,' You Must Wait A Little, And See; For Perhaps Even They May Be Wrong.

Ay, Marriage Is The Life-long Miracle, The Self-begetting Wonder, Daily Fresh.

Pain Is No Evil, Unless It Conquers Us.