The victory's in believing.

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.

For men in earnest have no time to waste In patching fig-leaves for the naked truth.

Reputation is only a candle, of wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out, but it is the light by which the world looks for and finds merit.

Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime.

And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl.

The nunneries of silent nooks, the murmured longing of the wood.