Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?

The important thing is moral choice. Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate. Life is sustained by the grinding opposition of moral entities.

Fumbling for a word is everybody's birthright.

Literature ceases to be literature when it commits itself to moral uplift; it becomes moral philosophy or some such dull thing.

This truth may be handled either sinfully or profitably; sinfully as when it is treated on only to satisfy curiosity, and to keep up a mere barren speculative dispute.... This point of election... is not to be agitated in a verbal and contentious way, but in a saving way, to make us tremble and to set us upon a more diligent and close striving with God in prayer, and all other duties.

But, brothers, this biting of their toe-nails over what is the CAUSE of badness is what turns me into a fine laughing malchick. They don't go into what is the cause of GOODNESS, so why of the other shop?

Eat this sweetish segment or spit it out. You are free.