How Did The Atheist Get

There Are Errors Which No Wise Man Will Treat With Rudeness While There Is A Probability That They May Be The Refraction Of Some Great Truth Still Below The Horizon.

A Falsehood Is, In One Sense, A Dead Thing; But Too Often It Moves About, Galvanized By Self-will, And Pushes The Living Out Of Their Seats.

The Once Red Leaf, The Last Of Its Clan, That Dances As Often As Dance It Can.

For Compassion A Human Heart Suffices, But For Full And Adequate Sympathy, With Joy, An Angel's Only.

I Have Often Thought What A Melancholy World This Would Be Without Children, And What An Inhuman World Without The Aged.