The Coldest Word Was Once A Glowing

The Vulgarity Of Inanimate Things Requires Time To Get Accustomed To; But Living, Breathing, Bustling, Plotting, Planning, Human Vulgarity Is A Species Of Moral Ipecacuanha, Enough To Destroy Any Comfort.

Just In Ratio As Knowledge Increases, Faith Diminishes.

Why Tell Me That A Man Is A Fine Speaker, If It Is Not The Truth That He Is Speaking?

There Is But One Temple In This Universe: The Body. We Speak To God Whenever We Lay Our Hands Upon It.

Histories Are A Kind Of Distilled Newspapers.