There's Good Chances And Bad

The Select Natures Who Pant After The Ideal, And Find Nothing In Pantaloons Or Petticoats Great Enough To Command Their Reverence And Love, Are Curiously In Unison With The Narrowest And Pettiest.

The Saints Were Cowards Who Stood By To See Christ Crucified: They Should Have Flung Themselves Upon The Roman Spears, And Died In Vain-- The Grandest Death, To Die In Vain--for Love Greater Than Sways The Forces Of The World!

Correct English Is The Slang Of Prigs.

Poetry And Art And Knowledge Are Sacred And Pure.

Knightly Love Is Blent With Reverence As Heavenly Air Is Blent With Heavenly Blue.