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All's oblique; there's nothing level in our cursed natures but direct villainy. Therefore be abhorred all feasts, societies, and throngs of men!

O my lord, Press not a falling man too far! 'Tis virtue His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him.

O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.

The doctrine of man as creator, as I can easily show to such as can think philosophically, necessarily leads to an assumption of a greater creative force immanent in nature. . . . Human life, weak as it is, shadowlike as undoubtedly it is, fleet-footed as it is, gains strength in the thought that the All-life lives and supports the individual life, which is not wiped away as the little ripplets are in the broader stream.