Purification Is But The Cleaning Of The

My First Serious Attempts At Writing Were Made In 1868, And I Took Up Two Very Different Lines Of Composition; I Wrote Some Short Stories Of A Very Flimsy Type, And Also A Work Of A Much More Ambitious Character, 'the Lives Of The Black Letter Saints.'

The Sunlight Ranges Over The Universe, And At Incarnation We Step Out Of It Into The Twilight Of The Body, And See But Dimly During The Period Of Our Incarceration; At Death We Step Out Of The Prison Again Into The Sunlight, And Are Nearer To The Reality.

Where Love Rules, Laws Are Not Needed.

The Misery We Inflict On Sentient Beings Slackens Our Human Evolution.

We Learn Much During Our Sleep, And The Knowledge Thus Gained Slowly Filters Into The Physical Brain, And Is Occasionally Impressed Upon It As A Vivid And Illuminative Dream.