There Are Two Freedoms - The False,

Still The Race Of Hero Spirits Pass The Lamp From Hand To Hand.

Did Not Learned Men, Too, Hold, Till Within The Last Twenty-five Years, That A Flying Dragon Was An Impossible Monster? And Do We Not Now Know That There Are Hundreds Of Them Found Fossil Up And Down The World? People Call Them Pterodactyles: But That Is Only Because They Are Ashamed To Call Them Flying Dragons, After Denying So Long That Flying Dragons Could Exist.

What Is The Commonest, And Yet The Least Remembered Form Of Heroism? The Heroism Of An Average Mother. Ah! When I Think Of That Broad Fact I Gather Hope Again For Poor Humanity, And This Dark World Looks Bright, This Diseased World Looks Wholesome To Me Once More, Because, Whatever Else It Is Or Is Not Full Of, It Is At Least Full Of Mothers.

And No One Has The Right To Say That No Water-babies Exist, Till They Have Seen No Water-babies Existing; Which Is Quite A Different Thing, Mind, From Not Seeing Water-babies; And A Thing Which Nobody Ever Did, Or Perhaps Will Ever Do. But Surely ... They Would Have Put It Into Spirits, Or Into The Illustrated News, Or Perhaps Cut It Into Two Halves, Poor Dear Little Thing, And Sent One To Professor Owen, And One To Professor Huxley, To See What They Would Each Say About It.

Science Frees Us In Many Ways...from The Bodily Terror Which The Savage Feels. But She Replaces That, In The Minds Of Many, By A Moral Terror Which Is Far More Overwhelming.