Farce Is Nearer Tragedy In Its Essence

Sympathy Constitutes Friendship; But In Love There Is A Sort Of Antipathy, Or Opposing Passion. Each Strives To Be The Other, And Both Together Make Up One Whole.

For I Often Please Myself With The Fancy, Now That I May Have Saved From Oblivion The Only Striking Passage In A Whole Volume, And Now That I May Have Attracted Notice To A Writer Undeservedly Forgotten.

I Understood That You Would Take The Human Race In The Concrete, Have Exploded The Absurd Notion Of Pope's Essay On Man, [erasmus] Darwin, And All The Countless Believers-even (strange To Say) Among Xtians-of Man's Having Progressed From An Ouran Outang State-so Contrary To All History, To All Religion, Nay, To All Possibility-to Have Affirmed A Fall In Some Sense.

I Feel As If God Had, By Giving The Sabbath, Given Fifty-two Springs In Every Year.

I Dislike The Frequent Use Of The Word Virtue, Instead Of Righteousness, In The Pulpit; In Prayer Or Preaching Before A Christian Community, It Sounds Too Much Like Pagan Philosophy.