The Believer Is Happy. The Doubter Is

...the Agony Of My Soul Found Vent In One Loud, Long And Final Scream Of Despair.

...if You Do Not Take It Up With You In Some Way, I Shall Be Under The Necessity Of Breaking Your Head With This Shovel

To Vilify A Great Man Is The Readiest Way In Which A Little Man Can Himself Attain Greatness.

And Darkness And Decay And The Red Death Held Illimitable Dominion Over All.

Coincidences, In General, Are Great Stumbling Blocks In The Way Of That Class Of Thinkers Who Have Been Educated To Know Nothing Of The Theory Of Probabilities- That Theory To Which The Most Glorious Objects Of Human Research Are Indebted For The Most Glorious Of Illustration.