It Is Ill Changing The Creed To

We Live Merely On The Crust Or Rind Of Things.

A Single Seed Of Fact Will Produce In A Season Or Two A Harvest Of Calumnies; But Sensible Men Will Pay No Attention To Them.

It May Be From Some Moral Obliquity In Myself, Or From Some Strange Disease; But For Me, And I Should Think Too For Every Human Being In Whose Breast A Human Heart Is Beating, To Know That One Single Creature Is In That Dreadful Place Would Make A Hell Of Heaven Itself. And They Have Hearts In Heaven, For They Love There.

I Could Never Fear A God Who Kept A Hell Prison-house. No, Not Though He Flung Me There Because I Refused. There Is A Power Stronger Than Such A One; And It Is Possible To Walk Unscathed Even In The Burning Furnace.

Fling Away Your Soul Once For All, Your Own Small Self; If You Will Find It Again. Count Not Even On Immortality.