We Must Have The Real Thing Before

The Superstition Of Science Scoffs At The Superstition Of Faith.

It May Be From Some Moral Obliquity In Myself, Or From Some Strange Disease; But For Me, And I Should Think Too For Every Human Being In Whose Breast A Human Heart Is Beating, To Know That One Single Creature Is In That Dreadful Place Would Make A Hell Of Heaven Itself. And They Have Hearts In Heaven, For They Love There.

To Be Happy Is Not The Purpose For Which You Are Placed In This World.

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.

To Tell Men That They Cannot Help Themselves Is To Fling Them Into Recklessness And Despair.