The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.

How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!

Thinking as I do that the Creator of this world is a very cruel being, and being a worshipper of Christ, I cannot help saying: ''the Son, O how unlike the Father!'' First God Almighty comes with a thump on the head. Then Jesus Christ comes with a balm to heal it.

All the destruction in Christian Europe has arisen from deism, which is natural religion.

All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.

If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars.

Each man is haunted until his humanity awakens.