O Let Me Be Awake, My God!

Nature Never Deserts The Wise And Pure; No Plot So Narrow, Be But Nature There; No Waste So Vacant, But May Well Employ Each Faculty Of Sense, And Keep The Heart Awake To Love And Beauty.

The Myriad-minded Man, Our, And All Men's, Shakespeare, Has In This Piece Presented Us With A Legitimate Farce In Exactest Consonance With The Philosophical Principles And Character Of Farce, As Distinguished From Comedy And From Entertainments. A Proper Farce Is Mainly Distinguished From Comedy By The Licence Allowed, And Even Required, In The Fable, In Order To Produce Strange And Laughable Situations. The Story Need Not Be Probable, It Is Enough That It Is Possible.

You May Depend Upon It, Religion Is, In Its Essence, The Most Gentlemanly Thing In The World. It Will Alone Gentilize, If Unmixed With Cant; And I Know Nothing Else That Will, Alone. Certainly Not The Army, Which Is Thought To Be The Grand Embellisher Of Manners.

The History Of All The World Tells Us That Immoral Means Will Ever Intercept Good Ends.

Either We Have An Immortal Soul, Or We Have Not. If We Have Not, We Are Beasts,--the First And The Wisest Of Beasts, It May Be, But Still True Beasts. We Shall Only Differ In Degree And Not In Kind,--just As The Elephant Differs From The Slug. But By The Concession Of The Materialists Of All The Schools, Or Almost All, We Are Not Of The Same Kind As Beasts, And This Also We Say From Our Own Consciousness. Therefore, Methinks, It Must Be The Possession Of The Soul Within Us That Makes The Difference.