There Are Epidemics Of Nobleness

What Is Called Virtue In The Common Sense Of The Word Has Nothing To Do With This Or That Man's Prosperity, Or Even Happiness.

I Would Sooner Perish For Ever Than Stoop Down Before A Being Who May Have Power To Crush Me, But Whom My Heart Forbids Me To Reverence.

Minds Vary In Sensitiveness And In Self-power, As Bodies Do In Susceptibility Of Attraction And Repulsion. When, When Shall We Learn That They Are Governed By Laws As Inexorable As Physical Laws, And That A Man Can As Easily Refuse To Obey What Has Power Over Him As A Steel Atom Can Resist The Magnet?

I Think Nature, If She Interests Herself Much About Her Children, Must Often Feel That, Like The Miserable Frankenstein, With Her Experimenting Among The Elements Of Humanity, She Has Brought Beings Into Existence Who Have No Business Here; Who Can Do None Of Her Work, And Endure None Of Her Favours; Whose Life Is Only Suffering; And Whose Action Is One Long Protest Against The Ill Foresight Which Flung Them Into Consciousness.

We Cannot Live On Probabilities. The Faith In Which We Can Live Bravely And Die In Peace Must Be A Certainty, So Far As It Professes To Be A Faith At All, Or It Is Nothing.