Nothing Makes A Man So Adventurous As

Can Human Nature Ever Be Wholly And Radically Transformed? Can The Man Whom God Made Good Be Made Wicked By Man? Can The Soul Be Reshaped In Its Entirety By Destiny And Made Evil Because Destiny Is Evil? Can The Heart Become Misshapen And Afflicted With Ugly, Incurable Deformities Under Disproportionate Misfortune, Like A Spinal Column Bent Beneath A Too Low Roof?

There Is Nothing Like A Dream To Create The Future.

Be Like The Bird Who, Pausing In Her Flight Awhile On Boughs Too Slight, Feels Them Give Way Beneath Her, And Yet Sings, Knowing She Hath Wings.

It Is The Peculiarity Of Grief To Bring Out The Childish Side Of Man.

Every Step Which The Intelligence Of Europe Has Taken Has Been In Spite Of The Clerical Party.