We Believe As Much As We Can.

How Can The Moribund Old Man Reason Back To Himself The Romance, The Mystery, The Imminence Of Great Things With Which Our Old Earth Tingled For Him In The Days When He Was Young And Well?

A Purely Disembodied Human Emotion Is A Nonentity.

When We Of The So-called Better Classes Are Scared As Men Were Never Scared In History At Material Ugliness And Hardship; When We Put Off Marriage Until Our House Can Be Artistic, And Quake At The Thought Of Having A Child Without A Bank-account And Doomed To Manual Labor, It Is Time For Thinking Men To Protest Against So Unmanly And Irreligious A State Of Opinion.

Fear Of Life In One Form Or Another Is The Great Thing To Exorcise.

Democracy Is Still Upon Its Trial. The Civic Genius Of Our People Is Its Only Bulwark.