Love Can Make Us Fiends As Well

The World Goes Up And The World Goes Down, The Sunshine Follows The Rain; And Yesterday's Sneer And Yesterday's Frown Can Never Come Over Again.

After All, There Is Such A Thing As Looking Like A Gentleman. There Are Men Whose Class No Dirt Or Rags Can Hide, Any More Than They Could Ulysses. I Have Seen Such Men In Plenty Among Workmen, Too; But, On The Whole, The Gentleman--by Whom I Do Not Mean Just Now The Rich--have The Superiority In That Point. But Not, Please God, Forever. Give Us The Same Air, Water, Exercise, Education, Good Society, And You Will See Whether This "haggardness," This "coarseness" (etc., For The List Is Too Long To Specify), Be An Accident, Or A Property, Of The Man Of The People.

We Shall Be Made Truly Wise If We Be Made Content; Content, Too, Not Only With What We Can Understand, But Content With What We Do Not Understand-the Habit Of Mind Which Theologians Call, And Rightly, Faith In God.

I Am Not Aware That Payment, Or Even Favors, However Gracious, Bind Any Man's Soul And Conscience In Questions Of Highest Morality And Highest Importance.

Never Trample On Any Soul Though It May Be Lying In The Veriest Mire; For That Last Spark Of Self-respect Is Its Only Hope, Its Only Chance; The Last Seed Of A New And Better Life: The Voice Of God That Whispers To It: "you Are Not What You Ought To Be, And You Are Not What You Can Be. You Are Still God's Child, Still An Immortal Soul. You May Rise Yet. And Fight A Good Fight Yet, And Be A Man Once More, After The Likeness Of God Who Made You, And Christ Who Died For You!