The Power Men Possess To Annoy Me

Evil Is Merely Privative, Not Absolute: It Is Like Cold, Which Is The Privation Of Beat.

The Quality Of The Imagination Is To Flow And Not To Freeze.

The Solid, Solid Universe Is Pervious To Love; With Bandaged Eyes He Never Errs, Around, Below, Above. His Blinding Light He Flingeth White On God's And Satan's Brood, And Reconciles By Mystic Wiles The Evil And The Good.

Concentration Is The Secret Of Strength In Politics, In War, In Trade, In Short In All Management Of Human Affairs.

The Finest And Noblest Ground On Which People Can Live Is Truth; The Real With The Real; A Ground On Which Nothing Is Assumed.