To Deny The Freedom Of

As We Advance In Life, We Learn The Limits Of Our Abilities.

There Is Always A Part Of Our Being Into Which Those Who Are Dearer To Us Far Than Our Own Lives Are Yet Unable To Enter.

I Think Nature, If She Interests Herself Much About Her Children, Must Often Feel That, Like The Miserable Frankenstein, With Her Experimenting Among The Elements Of Humanity, She Has Brought Beings Into Existence Who Have No Business Here; Who Can Do None Of Her Work, And Endure None Of Her Favours; Whose Life Is Only Suffering; And Whose Action Is One Long Protest Against The Ill Foresight Which Flung Them Into Consciousness.

We Call Heaven Our Home, As The Best Name We Know To Give It.

The Soul Of Man Is Not A Thing Which Comes And Goes, Is Builded And Decays Like The Elemental Frame In Which It Is Set To Dwell, But A Very Living Force, A Very Energy Of God's Organic Will, Which Rules And Moulds This Universe.