And On This Earth Of

Most Creatures Have A Vague Belief That A Very Precarious Hazard, A Kind Of Transparent Membrane, Divides Death From Love; And That The Profound Idea Of Nature Demands That The Giver Of Life Should Die At The Moment Of Giving.

The Dog Is The Only Living Being That Has Found And Recognizes An Indubitable, Tangible And Definite God. He Knows To Whom Above Him To Give Himself. He Has Not To Seek For A Superior And Infinite Power.

Do We Not All Spend The Greater Part Of Our Lives Under The Shadow Of An Event That Has Not Yet Come To Pass?.

What Man Is There That Does Not Laboriously, Though All Unconsciously, Himself Fashion The Sorrow That Is To Be The Pivot Of His Life.

Is Not Every Action Of Hamlet Induced By A Fanatical Impulse, Which Tells Him That Duty Consists In Revenge Alone? And Dose It Need Superhuman Efforts To Recognize That Revenge Never Can Be Duty? I Say Again That Hamlet Thinks Much, But That He Is By No Means Wise.