Where Church and State are habitually associated, it is natural that minds, even of a high order, should unconsciously come to regard religion as only a subtler mode of police.

In the scale of the destinies, brawn will never weigh so mach as brain.

Sorrow is the great idealizer.

Granting our wish is one of Fate's saddest jokes.

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.

It is mediocrity which makes laws and sets mantraps and spring-guns in the realm of free song, saying thus far shalt thou go and no further.

Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.