The Essence Of Greatness Is Neglect Of

We Are Complex, And Therefore, In Our Natural State, Inconsistent, Beings, And The Opinion Of This Hour Need Not Be The Opinion Of The Next.

A Dreamer He Was, And Ever Would Be. Yet Dreaming Need Not Injure Us, If It Do But Take Its Turn With Waking; And Even Dreams Themselves May Be Turned To Beauty, By Favoured Men To Whom Nature Has Given The Powers Of Casting Them Into Form.

Look Not To Have Your Sepulchre Built In After Ages Hy The Same Foolish Hands Which Still Ever Destroy The Living Prophet. Small Honour For You If They Do Build It; And May Be They Never Will Build It.

Wild Animals Never Kill For Sport. Man Is The Only One To Whom The Torture And Death Of His Fellow Creatures Is Amusing In Itself.

I Believe That Fallen Creatures Perish, Perish For Ever, For Only Good Can Live, And Good Has Not Been Theirs; But How Durst Men Forge Our Saviour's Words "eternal Death " Into So Horrible A Meaning? And Even If He Did Use Other Words, And Seem To Countenance Such A Meaning For Them (and What Witness Have We That He Did, Except That Of Men Whose Ignorance Or Prejudice Might Well Have Interpreted These Words Wrongly As They Did So Many Others?