Every Event In This World Is The

We Are Prone To Seek Immediate Pleasure Or Good, However Small, Rather Than Remote Pleasure Or Good, However Vast.

Knowledge Has Its Boundary Line, Where It Abuts On Ignorance; On The Outside Of That Boundary Line Are Ignorance And Miracles; On The Inside Of It Are Science And No Miracles.

So Multifarious Are The Different Classes Of Truths, And So Multitudinous The Truths In Each Class, That It May Be Undoubtingly Affirmed That No Man Has Yet Lived Who Could So Much As Name All The Different Classes And Subdivisions Of Truths, And Far Less Anyone Who Was Acquainted With All The Truths Belonging To Any One Class. What Wonderful Extent, What Amazing Variety, What Collective Magnificence! And If Such Be The Number Of Truths Pertaining To This Tiny Ball Of Earth, How Must It Be In The Incomprehensible Immensity!

Love Not Only Occupies The Higher Lobes Of The Brain, But Crowds Out The Lower To Make Room For Its Expansion.

It Is Far More Difficult, I Assure You, To Live For The Truth Than To Die For It.