Note, to-day, an instructive, curious spectacle and conflict. Science, (twin, in its fields, of Democracy in its)—Science, testing absolutely all thoughts, all works, has already burst well upon the world—a sun, mounting, most illuminating, most glorious—surely never again to set. But against it, deeply entrench'd, holding possession, yet remains, (not only through the churches and schools, but by imaginative literature, and unregenerate poetry,) the fossil theology of the mythic-materialistic, superstitious, untaught and credulous, fable-loving, primitive ages of humanity.

O the joy of my spirit--it is uncaged--it darts like lightning! It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time, I will have thousands of globes and all time.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.

Other lands have their vitality in a few, a class, but we have it in the bulk of our people.