Nature Is Man's Religious Book, With Lessons

I Do Not Pretend To Understand The Moral Universe; The Arc Is A Long One, My Eye Reaches But Little Ways; I Cannot Calculate The Curve And Complete The Figure By The Experience Of Sight, I Can Divine It By Conscience. And From What I See I Am Sure It Bends Towards Justice.

It Seems Strange That A Butterfly's Wing Should Be Woven Up So Thin And Gauzy In The Monstrous Loom Of Nature, And Be So Delicately Tipped With Fire From Such A Gross Hand, And Rainbowed All Over In Such A Storm Of Thunderous Elements. The Marvel Is That Such Great Forces Do Such Nice Work.

The Heresy Of One Age Is The Orthodox Belief And "only Infallible Rule" Of The Nest.

Justice Is The Idea Of God, The Ideal Of Man, The Rule Of Conduct Writ In The Nature Of Mankind.

Democracy Is Direct Self-government Over All The People, For All The People, By All The People.