We Hand Folks Over To God's Mercy,

... We Are Most Of Us Brought Up In The Notion That The Highest Motive For Not Doing A Wrong Is Something Irrespective Of The Beings Who Would Suffer The Wrong.

Impatient People, According To Bacon, Are Like The Bees, And Kill Themselves In Stinging Others.

There Is Hardly Any Mental Misery Worse Than That Of Having Our Own Serious Phrases, Our Own Rooted Beliefs, Caricatured By A Charlatan Or A Hireling.

Our Selfishness Is So Robust And Many-clutching That, Well Encouraged, It Easily Devours All Sustenance Away From Our Poor Little Scruples.

To An Old Memory Like Mine The Present Days Are But As A Little Water Poured On The Deep.