It Matters Infinitely Less What We Do

I Loved, As I Still Love, The Most Monotonous Life Possible.

[on Being Deaf:] We Can Never Get Beyond The Necessity Of Keeping In Full View The Worst And The Best That Can Be Made Of Our Lot. The Worst Is, Either To Sink Under The Trial, Or To Be Made Callous By It. The Best Is, To Be As Wise As Is Possible Under A Great Disability, And As Happy As Is Possible Under A Great Privation.

The Clergy Complain Of The Enormous Spread Of Bold Books, From The Infidel Tract To The Latest Handling Of The Miracle Question.

The Sick-room Becomes The Scene Of Intense Convictions; And Among These, None, It Seems To Me, Is More Distinct And Powerful Than That Of The Permanent Nature Of Good, And The Transient Nature Of Evil.

As The Astronomer Rejoices In New Knowledge Which Compels Him To Give Up The Dignity Of Our Globe As The Centre, The Pride, And Even The Final Cause Of The Universe, So Do Those Who Have Escaped From The Christian Mythology Enjoy Their Release From The Superstition Which Fails To Make Them Happy, Fails To Make Them Good, Fails To Make Them Wise, And Has Become As Great An Obstacle In The Way Of Progress As The Prior Mythologies Which It Took The Place Of Two Thousand Years Ago.