He Knows To Live Who Keeps The

For Forms Of Government, Let Fools Contest; Whate'er Is Best Administered, Is Best.

Nor Public Flame, Nor Private, Dares To Shine; Nor Human Spark Is Left, Nor Glimpse Divine! Lo! Thy Dread Empire, Chaos! Is Restored; Light Dies Before Thy Uncreating Word: Thy Hand, Great Anarch! Lets The Curtain Fall; And Universal Darkness Buries All.

Superstition Is The Spleen Of The Soul.

Index-learning Turns No Student Pale, Yet Holds The Eel Of Science By The Tail. Index-learning Is A Term Used To Mock Pretenders Who Acquire Superficial Knowledge Merely By Consulting Indexes.

Pride, Where Wit Fails, Steps In To Our Defence, And Fills Up All The Mighty Void Of Sense.