Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her hand.

It is time the clergy are told that thinking men, after a close examination of that doctrine, pronounce it to be subversive of true moral development and, therefore, positively noxious.

Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far, The voice divine of human loyalty.

Breed is stronger than pasture.

Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

There is nothing I should care more to do, if it were possible, than to rouse the imagination of men and women to a vision of human claims in those races of their fellow-men who most differ from them in customs and beliefs.