Let us suspend this judgment for a moment, and what will become of these two dramas?
The terror and the pity of them will vanish instantly like a dream.

The fittest name for both of them will be '_Much Ado about Nothing_.' It will thus be seen, and the more we consider the matter the more plain will it become to us--that in all such art as that which we have been now considering, the premiss on which all its power and greatness rests is this: The grand relation of man is not first to his brother men, but to something else, that is beyond humanity--that is at once without and also beyond himself; to this first, and to his brother men through this.

We are not our own; we are bought with a price.

Our bodies are God's temples, and the joy and the terror of life depends on our keeping these temples pure, or defiling them.

Such are the solemn and profound beliefs, whether conscious or unconscious, on which all the higher art of the world has based itself.