What Is Excellent, As God Lives, Is

And The Glory Of Character Is In Affronting The Horrors Of Depravity To Draw Thence New Nobilities Of Power: As Art Lives And Thrills In New Use And Combining Of Contrasts, And Mining Into The Dark Evermore For Blacker Pits Of Night.

I Grieve That Grief Can Teach Me Nothing, Nor Carry Me One Step Into Real Nature.

In Spite Of Warnings, Change Rarely Occurs Until The Status Quo Becomes More Painful Than Change. People Seem Not To See That Their Opinion Of The World Is Also A Confession Of Their Character.

The World Exists, As I Understand It, To Teach The Science Of Liberty.

Let Us Take Our Bloated Nothingness Out Of The Path Of The Divine Circuits.