You Have Never Loved Me As I

The Main Object Of Religion Is Not To Get A Man Into Heaven, But To Get Heaven Into Him.

...our Impulses Are Too Strong For Our Judgement Sometimes

Why It Was That Upon This Beautiful Feminine Tissue, Sensitive As Gossamer, And Practically Blank As Snow As Yet, There Should Have Been Traced Such A Coarse Pattern As It Was Doomed To Receive; Why So Often The Coarse Appropriates The Finer Thus, The Wrong Man The Woman, The Wrong Women The Man, Many Years Of Analytical Philosophy Have Failed To Explain To Our Sense Of Order

Women Accept Their Destiny More Readily Than Men.

That Cold Accretion Called The World, So Terrible In The Mass, Is So Non Formidable, Even Pitiable, In Its Units.