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In The Isolation Of His Clear, Cold Intellect, The Sceptic Abides In A Glacial And Spectral Universe. No Glow From The Affections Lights Up The Frost And Shadow Of The Grave. He Feels No Prophecy In The Thrill Of The Human Heart-in The Incompleteness Of Nature. He Believes Merely In Things Tangible, And Sees Only In The Daytime. He Will Not Confess The Authenticity Of That Paler Light Of Faith Which Was Meant To Shine When The Sunshine Of Reason Falls Short, And The Firmament Of Mystery Is Over Our Heads.

The Devil Has Been Painted Swarthy, Cloven-footed, Horned, And Hideous. Do We Expect To See Him In That Shape? O, Surely It Would Be Better For Us, If He Did Come In That Shape! The Trouble Is The Devil Never Does Come In That Shape. He Comes By Chance, With Unregistered Signals, And In All Sorts Of Counterfeit Presentiments.

Humility Is Not A Weak And Timid Quality; It Must Be Carefully Distinguished From A Groveling Spirit.

The City Reveals The Moral Ends Of Being, And Sets The Awful Problem Of Life. The Country Soothes Us, Refreshes Us, Lifts Us Up With Religious Suggestion.

Let Every Man Be Free To Act From His Own Conscience; But Let Him Remember That Other People Have Consciences Too; And Let Not His Liberty Be So Expansive That In Its Indulgence It Jars And Crashes Against The Liberty Of Others.