The Soul Of Man Is Not A

Where All Are Selfish, The Sage Is No Better Than The Fool, And Only Rather More Dangerous.

I Believe That Fallen Creatures Perish, Perish For Ever, For Only Good Can Live, And Good Has Not Been Theirs; But How Durst Men Forge Our Saviour's Words "eternal Death " Into So Horrible A Meaning? And Even If He Did Use Other Words, And Seem To Countenance Such A Meaning For Them (and What Witness Have We That He Did, Except That Of Men Whose Ignorance Or Prejudice Might Well Have Interpreted These Words Wrongly As They Did So Many Others?

I Have Nothing But Myself To Write About, No Facts, No Theories, No Opinions, No Adventures, No Sentiments, Nothing But My Own Poor Barren Individualism, Of Considerable Interest To Me, But I Do Not Know Why I Should Presume It Will Be So To You. Egotism Is Not Tiresome, Or It Ought Not To Be, If One Is Sincere About Oneself; But It Is So Hard To Be Sincere. Well, Never Mind, I Mean To Be, And You Know Me Well Enough To See Through Me When I Am Humbugging.

I Have Long Been Convinced That The Christian Eucharist Is But A Continuation Of The Eleusinian Mysteries. St Paul, In Using The Word Teleiois, Almost Confirms This.

A Single Seed Of Fact Will Produce In A Season Or Two A Harvest Of Calumnies; But Sensible Men Will Pay No Attention To Them.