The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.
I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.
Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!
Why stay on the earth except to grow.
Our aspirations are our responsibilities.
But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.