There Are Only Two Things

Wisdom Never Kicks At The Iron Walls It Can't Bring Down.

We All Enter The World Little Plastic Beings, With So Much Natural Force, Perhaps, But For The Rest--blank; And The World Tells Uswhat We Are To Be, And Shapes Us By The Ends It Sets Before Us. To You It Says--work; And To Us It Says--seem! To You It Says--as You Approximate To Man's Highest Ideal Of God, As Your Arm Is Strong And Your Knowledge Great, And The Power To Labour Is With You, So You Shall Gain All That Human Heart Desires. To Us It Says--strength Shall Not Help You, Nor Knowledge, Nor Labour. You Shall Gain What Men Gain, But By Other Means. And So The World Makes Men And Women.

Now We Have No God. We Have Had Two: The Old God That Our Fathers Handed Down To Us, That We Hated, And Never Liked; The New One That We Made For Ourselves, That We Loved; But Now He Has Flitted Away From Us, And We See What He Was Made Of - The Shadow Of Our Highest Ideal, Crowned And Throned. Now We Have No God.

Love, Smoke And A Cough Cannot Long Be Hid!

To Us, From The Beginning, Nature Has Been But A Poor Plastic Thing, To Be Toyed With This Way Or That, As Man Happens To Please His Deity Or Not; To Go To Church Or Not; To Say His Prayers Right Or Not; To Travel On A Sunday Or Not.was It Possible For Us In An Instant To See Nature As She Is-the Flowing Vestment Of An Unchanging Reality?