Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood

Coleridge Cried; "o God, How Glorious It Is To Live!" Renan Asks, "o God, When Will It Be Worth While To Live?" In Nature We Echo The Poet; In The World We Echo The Thinker.

There Is A Self-evident Axiom, That She Who Is Born A Beauty Is Half Married.

Most Crimes Are Sanctioned In Some Form Or Other When They Take Grand Names.

What We Love Once, We Love Forever. Shall There Be Joy In Heaven Over Those Who Repent, Yet No Forgiveness For Them Upon Earth? --"wanda

Genius Cannot Escape The Taint Of Its Time More Than A Child The Influence Of Its Begetting.