“The human heart is the throne of God, the council-chamber of the devil, the dwelling of angels, the vile heath of witches' Sabbaths, the nursery of sweet children, the blood-spattered scene of nameless tragedies.”

—  Frank Crane

Four Minute Essays Vol. 5 (1919), The Human Heart

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American Presbyterian minister 1861–1928

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