There Is A Great Deal Of Human

We Have Used The Bible As If It Was A Mere Special Constable's Handbook — An Opium-dose For Keeping Beasts Of Burden Patient While They Were Being Overloaded — A Mere Book To Keep The Poor In Order.

Because I Believe In A God Of Absolute And Unbounded Love, Therefore I Believe In A Loving Anger Of His Which Will And Must Devour And Destroy All Which Is Decayed, Monstrous, Abortive In His Universe Till All Enemies Shall Be Put Under His Feet, And God Shall Be All In All.

So Give Me The Political Economist, The Sanitary Reformer, The Engineer; And Take Your Saints And Virgins, Relics And Miracles. The Spinning-jenny And The Railroad, Cunard's Liners And The Electric Telegraph, Are To Me, If Not To You, Signs That We Are, On Some Points At Least, In Harmony With The Universe; That There Is A Mighty Spirit Working Among Us, Who Cannot Be Your Anarchic And Destroying Devil, And Therefore May Be The Ordering And Creating God.

There Is A Great Deal Of Human Nature In Man.

I Can Conceive Few Human States More Enviable Than That Of The Man To Whom, Panting In The Foul Laboratory, Or Watching For His Life Under The Tropic Forest, Isis Shall For A Moment Lift Her Sacred Veil, And Show Him, Once And For Ever, The Thing He Dreamed Not Of; Some Law, Or Even Mere Hint Of A Law, Explaining One Fact; But Explaining With It A Thousand More, Connecting Them All With Each Other And With The Mighty Whole, Till Order And Meaning Shoots Through Some Old Chaos Of Scattered Observations.