Custom, then, is the great guide of human life.

Jesus wept; 
Voltaire smiled.
Of that divine tear and of that human
smile the sweetness of present civilisation
is composed...

The vision of Christ that thou dost see
Is my vision's deepest enemy.
Thine is the friend of all Mankind,
Mine speaks in parables to the blind:
Thine loves the same world that mine hates,
They Heaven doors are my Hell gates...
Both read the Bible day and night
But thou thread's black where I read white...

Why ? why ? why ?