There Is Only One Way Of Not

Society Lives By Faith, And Develops By Science.

Mother Of Marvels, Mysterious And Tender Nature, Why Do We Not Live More In Thee.

Thought Is A Kind Of Opium; It Can Intoxicate Us, While Still Broad Awake; It Can Make Transparent The Mountains And Everything That Exists.

Before Giving Advice We Must Have Secured Its Acceptance, Or, Rather, Have Made It Desired.

Righteous Ends, Thus Approved, Absolve Of Guilt The Most Violent Means.