Wrong Is But Falsehood Put

Let Me Take Up Your Metaphor. Friendship Is A Vase, Which, When It Is Flawed By Heat Or Violence Or Accident, May As Well Be Broken At Once; It Can Never Be Trusted After. The More Graceful And Ornamental It Was, The More Clearly Do We Discern The Hopelessness Of Restoring It To Its Former State. Coarse Stones, If They Are Fractured, May Be Cemented Again; Precious Stones, Never.

I Strove With None; For None Was Worth My Strife.

Shakespeare Is Not Our Poet, But The World's.

The Religion Of Christ Is Peace And Good-will,--the Religion Of Christendom Is War And Ill-will.

We Cannot Conquer Fate And Necessity, Yet We Can Yield To Them In Such A Manner As To Be Greater Than If We Could.