It Was Surprising That Nature

If I Am Going To Be Drowned – If I Am Going To Be Drowned – If I Am Going To Be Drowned, Why In The Name Of The Seven Mad Gods Who Rule The Sea, Was I Allowed To Come Thus Far And Contemplate Land And Trees?

It Was Surprising That Nature Had Gone Tranquilly On With Her Golden Process In The Midst Of So Much Devilment.

A Man With A Full Stomach And The Respect Of His Fellows Had No Business To Scold About Anything That He Might Think To Be Wrong In The Ways Of The Universe, Or Even With The Ways Of Society. Let The Unfortunates Rail; The Others May Play Marbles.

The Voice Of God Whispers In The Heart So Softly That The Soul Pauses, Making No Noise, And Strives For These Melodies, Distant, Sighing, Like Faintest Breath, And All The Being Is Still To Hear.

It Was Not Well To Drive Men Into Final Corners; At Those Moments They Could All Develop Teeth And Claws.