So Fleet The Works Of Men, Back

Life Is Too Short For Mean Anxieties.

Grandeur . . . Consists In Form, And Not In Size: And To The Eye Of The Philosopher, The Curve Drawn On A Paper Two Inches Long, Is Just As Magnificent, Just As Symbolic Of Divine Mysteries And Melodies, As When Embodied In The Span Of Some Cathedral Roof.

We Have Used The Bible As If It Was A Mere Special Constable's Handbook — An Opium-dose For Keeping Beasts Of Burden Patient While They Were Being Overloaded — A Mere Book To Keep The Poor In Order.

Do Noble Things, Not Dream Them All Day Long: And So Make Life, Death, And The Vast Forever One Grand, Sweet Song.

All We Need To Make Us Really Happy Is Something To Be Enthusiastic About.