There Is So Much Goodness

He Talks About The Scylla Of Atheism And The Charybdis Of Christianity - A State Of Mind Which, By The Way, Is Not Conducive To Bold Navigation.

I Wish The English Still Possessed A Shred Of The Old Sense Of Humour Which Puritanism, And Dyspepsia, And Newspaper Reading, And Tea-drinking Have Nearly Extinguished.

A Man Can Believe A Considerable Deal Of Rubbish, And Yet Go About His Daily Work In A Rational And Cheerful Manner.

How Often Could Things Be Remedied By A Word. How Often Is It Left Unspoken.

Why Always "not Yet"? Do Flowers In Spring Say "not Yet"?