A Letter Makes Ordinary Things

It Seems To Me There Is Less Meanness In Atheism, By A Good Measure. It Seems That The Spirit Of Religious Self-righteousness This Article Deplores Is Precisely The Spirit In Which It Is Written. Of Course He's Right About Many Things, One Of Them Being The Destructive Potency Of Religious Self-righteousness. (p. 146)

The Locus Of The Human Mystery Is Perception Of This World. From It Proceeds Every Thought, Every Art.

I've Developed A Great Reputation For Wisdom By Ordering More Books Than I Ever Had Time To Read, And Reading More Books, By Far, Than I Learned Anything Useful From, Except, Of Course, That Some Very Tedious Gentlemen Have Written Books.

The Lord Is More Constant And Far More Extravagant Than It Seems To Imply. Wherever You Turn Your Eyes The World Can Shine Like Transfiguration. You Don't Have To Bring A Thing To It Except A Little Willingness To See. Only, Who Could Have The Courage To See It?

Everything That Falls Upon The Eye Is Apparition, A Sheet Dropped Over The World's True Workings. The Nerves And The Brain Are Tricked, And One Is Left With Dreams That These Specters Loose Their Hands From Ours And Walk Away, The Curve Of The Back And The Swing Of The Coat So Familiar As To Imply That They Should Be Permanent Fixtures Of The World, When In Fact Nothing Is More Perishable.