My Dear, We Live In An Age

My Dear, We Live In An Age Of Transition.

The Enemies Of Freedom Do Not Argue; They Shout And They Shoot.

The Great Discovery Of The Nineteenth Century, That We Are Of One Blood With The Lower Animals, Has Created New Ethical Obligations Which Have Not Yet Penetrated The Public Conscience. The Clerical Profession Has Been Lamentably Remiss In Preaching This Obvious Duty.

There Is No Law Of Progress. Our Future Is In Our Own Hands, To Make Or To Mar. It Will Be An Uphill Fight To The End, And Would We Have It Otherwise? Let No One Suppose That Evolution Will Ever Exempt Us From Struggles. 'you Forget,' Said The Devil, With A Chuckle, 'that I Have Been Evolving Too.

The Vulgar Mind Always Mistakes The Exceptional For The Important.