Superstition Is Rooted In A Much Deeper

Nature Is Beneficent. I Praise Her And All Her Works. She Is Silent And Wise. She Is Cunning, But For Good Ends. She Has Brought Me Here And Will Also Lead Me Away. She May Scold Me, But She Will Not Hate Her Work. I Trust Her.

Most Man Only Care For Science So Far As They Get A Living By It, And That They Worship Even Error When It Affords Them A Subsistence.

And Here, Poor Fool, With All My Lore I Stand No Wiser Than Before.

It's True That Nothing In This World Makes Us So Necessary To Others As The Affection We Have For Them.

How Many Kings Are Governed By Their Ministers, How Many Ministers By Their Secretaries? Who, In Such Cases, Is Really The Chief?