Scarcely Two Hundred Years Back Can Fame

Imagination Is A Poor Matter When It Has To Part Company With Understanding.

Superstition! That Horrid Incubus Which Dwelt In Darkness, Shunning The Light, With All Its Racks, And Poison Chalices, And Foul Sleeping Draughts, Is Passing Away Without Return. Religion Cannot Pass Away. The Burning Of A Little Straw May Hide The Stars Of The Sky; But The Stars Are There And Will Reappear.

The Three Great Elements Of Modern Civilization, Gun Powder, Printing, And The Protestant Religion.

The Greatest Of All Heroes Is One--whom We Do Not Name Here! Let Sacred Silence Meditate That Sacred Matter; You Will Find It The Ultimate Perfection Of A Principle Extant Throughout Man's Whole History On Earth.

Man Is Emphatically A Proselytizing Creature.