How Often Could Things Be

There Is In Us A Lyric Germ Or Nucleus Which Deserves Respect; It Bids A Man To Ponder Or Create; And In This Dim Corner Of Himself He Can Take Refuge And Find Consolations Which The Society Of His Fellow Creatures Does Not Provide.

He Talks About The Scylla Of Atheism And The Charybdis Of Christianity - A State Of Mind Which, By The Way, Is Not Conducive To Bold Navigation.

One Can Always Trust To Time. Insert A Wedge Of Time And Nearly Everything Straightens Itself Out.

People Who Have Reformed Themselves Has Contributed Their Full Share Towards The Reformation Of Their Neighbor.

Shall I Give You My Recipe For Happiness? I Find Everything Useful And Nothing Indispensable. I Find Everything Wonderful And Nothing Miraculous. I Reverence The Body. I Avoid First Causes Like The Plague.