Primitive Societies Without Religion Have Never Been

The Swelling And Towering Omnibuses, The Huge Trucks And Wagons And Carriages, The Impetuous Hansoms And The More Sobered Four-wheelers, The Pony-carts, Donkey-carts, Hand-carts, And Bicycles Which Fearlessly Find Their Way Amidst The Turmoil, With Foot-passengers Winding In And Out, And Covering The Sidewalks With Their Multitude, Give The Effect Of A Single Monstrous Organism, Which Writhes Swiftly Along The Channel Where It Had Run In The Figure Of A Flood Till You Were Tired Of That Metaphor. You Are Now A Molecule Of That Vast Organism.

The Disposition To Give A Cup Of Cold Water To A Disciple Is A Far Nobler Property Than The Finest Intellect. Satan Has A Fine Intellect, But Not The Image Of God.

Is It Worth While To Observe That There Are No Venetian Blinds In Venice?

Why Art Thou But A Nest Of Gloom While The Bobolinks Are Singing?

N Artistic Atmosphere Does Not Create Artists A Literary Atmosphere Does Not Create Literators; Poets And Painters Spring Up Where There Was Never A Verse Made Or A Picture Seen. This Suggests That God Is No More Idle Now Than He Was At The Beginning, But That He Is Still And Forever Shaping The Human Chaos Into The Instruments And Means Of Beauty.