The Living Soul Of Man, Once Conscious

Knowledge Has Its Boundary Line, Where It Abuts On Ignorance; On The Outside Of That Boundary Line Are Ignorance And Miracles; On The Inside Of It Are Science And No Miracles.

Much That We Call Evil Is Really Good In Disguises; And We Should Not Quarrel Rashly With Adversities Not Yet Understood, Nor Overlook The Mercies Often Bound Up In Them.

We Go By The Major Vote, And If The Majority Are Insane, The Sane Must Go To The Hospital.

In Vain Do They Talk Of Happiness Who Never Subdued An Impulse In Obedience To A Principle. He Who Never Sacrificed A Present To A Future Good, Or A Personal To A General One, Can Speak Of Happiness Only As The Blind Speak Of Color.

Genius May Conceive But Patient Labor Must Consummate.