The ultimate result of protecting fools from their folly is to fill the planet full of fools.

Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.

The ultimate result of protecting fools from their folly is to fill the planet full of fools.

AND what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.

Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

The true historical genius, to our thinking, is that which can see the nobler meaning of events that are near him, as the true poet is he who detects the divine in the casual; and we somewhat suspect the depth of his insight into the past who cannot recognize the godlike of to-day under that disguise in which it always visits us.

To put more faith in lies and hate than truth and love, is the true atheism.