What Is A Philosophy? It Is An

My First Serious Attempts At Writing Were Made In 1868, And I Took Up Two Very Different Lines Of Composition; I Wrote Some Short Stories Of A Very Flimsy Type, And Also A Work Of A Much More Ambitious Character, 'the Lives Of The Black Letter Saints.'

God Is Immanent In Every Atom, All-pervading, All-sustaining, All-evolving; He Is Its Source And Its End, Its Cause And Its Object, Its Centre And Circumference; It Is Built On Him As Its Sure Foundation, It Breathes In Him As Its Encircling Space; He Is In Everything And Everything In Him.

As The Heat Of The Coal Differs From The Coal Itself, So Do Memory, Perception, Judgment, Emotion, And Will, Differ From The Brain Which Is The Instrument Of Thought.

We Were An Ill-matched Pair, My Husband And I, From The Very Outset; He, With Very High Ideas Of A Husband's Authority And A Wife's Submission, Holding Strongly To The 'master-in-my-own-house Theory,' Thinking Much Of The Details Of Home Arrangements, Precise, Methodical, Easily Angered And With Difficulty Appeased.

Belief In Karma Ought To Make The Life Pure, Strong, Serene And Glad. Only Our Own Deeds Can Hinder Us; Only Our Own Will Can Fetter Us. Once Let Men Recognize This Truth, And The Hour Of Their Liberation Has Struck. Nature Cannot Enslave The Soul That By Wisdom Has Gained Power And Uses Both In Love.