In The Light Of Fuller Day, Of

We Have Used The Bible As If It Was A Mere Special Constable's Handbook — An Opium-dose For Keeping Beasts Of Burden Patient While They Were Being Overloaded — A Mere Book To Keep The Poor In Order.

So Give Me The Political Economist, The Sanitary Reformer, The Engineer; And Take Your Saints And Virgins, Relics And Miracles. The Spinning-jenny And The Railroad, Cunard's Liners And The Electric Telegraph, Are To Me, If Not To You, Signs That We Are, On Some Points At Least, In Harmony With The Universe; That There Is A Mighty Spirit Working Among Us, Who Cannot Be Your Anarchic And Destroying Devil, And Therefore May Be The Ordering And Creating God.

For Science Is ... Like Virtue, Its Own Exceeding Great Reward.

You Are Not Very Good If You Are Not Better Than Your Best Friends Imagine You To Be.

All But God Is Changing Day By Day.