... No Bell In Us Tolls To

It Is So Human A Book That I Don't See How Belief In Its Divine Authority Can Survive The Reading Of It.

There Is A Voice Inside Which Speaks And Says, "this Is The Real Me!"

Pretend What We May, The Whole Man Within Us Is At Work When We Form Our Philosophical Opinions.

In Youth We May Have An Absolutely New Experience, Subjective Or Objective, Every Hour Of The Day. Apprehension Is Vivid, Retentiveness Strong, And Our Recollections Of That Time, Like Those In A Time Spent In Rapid And Interesting Travel, Are Of Something Intricate, Multitudinous, And Long-drawn-out. But As Each Passing Year Converts Some Of This Experience Into Automatic Routine Which We Hardly Note At All, The Days And The Weeks Smooth Themselves Out In Recollection To A Contentless Unit, And The Years Grow Hollow And Collapse.

Begin To Be Now What You Will Be Hereafter.