The Man Who Loves Home

Ah! Soul Of Mine! Ah! Soul Of Mine! Thy Sluggish Senses Are But Bars That Stand Between Thee And The Stars, And Shut Thee From The World Divine.

My Idea Of The Christian Religion Is, That It Is An Inspiration And Its Vital Consequences--an Inspiration And A Life--god's Life Breathed Into A Man And Breathed Through A Man--the Highest Inspiration And The Highest Life Of Every Soul Which It Inhabits; And, Furthermore, That The Soul Which It Inhabits Can Have No High Issue Which Is Not Essentially Religious.

How Long Must The Church Live Before It Will Learn That Strength Is Won By Action, And Success By Work, And That All This Immeasurable Feeding Without Action And Work Is A Positive Damage To It--that It Is The Procurer Of Spiritual Obesity, Gout, And Debility.

Fashion Is Not Public Opinion, Or The Result Of Embodiment Of Public Opinion. It May Be That Public Opinion Will Condemn The Shape Of A Bonnet, As It May Venture To Do Always, And With The Certainty Of Being Right Nine Times In Ten: But Fashion Will Place It Upon The Head Of Every Woman In America; And, Were It Literally A Crown Of Thorns, She Would Smile Contentedly Beneath The Imposition.

I Softly Sink Into The Bath Of Sleep: With Eyelids Shut, I See Around Me Close The Mottled, Violet Vapors Of The Deep, That Wraps Me In Repose.