If I Maintain My Silence About My

The Man Who Goes Up In A Balloon Does Not Feel As If He Were Ascending; He Only Sees The Earth Sinking Deeper Below Him.

Every Child Is In A Way A Genius; And Every Genius Is In A Way A Child.

For The World Is Hell, And Men Are On The One Hand The Tormented Souls And On The Other The Devils In It.

If, While Hurrying Ostensibly To The Temple Of Truth, We Hand The Reins Over To Our Personal Interests Which Look Aside At Very Different Guiding Stars, For Instance At The Tastes And Foibles Of Our Contemporaries, At The Established Religion, But In Particular At The Hints And Suggestions Of Those At The Head Of Affairs, Then How Shall We Ever Reach The High, Precipitous, Bare Rock Whereon Stands The Temple Of Truth?

The Difficulty Is To Try And Teach The Multitude That Something Can Be True And Untrue At The Same Time.