A War For A Great Principle Ennobles

The Spoken Discourse May Roll On Strongly As The Great Tidal Wave; But, Like The Wave, It Dies At Last Feebly On The Sands. It Is Heard By Few, Remembered By Still Fewer, And Fades Away, Like An Echo In The Mountains, Leaving No Token Of Power. It Is The Written Human Speech, That Gave Power And Permanence To Human Thought.

Toleration, Holding That Every Other Man Has The Same Right To His Opinion And Faith That We Have To Ours; And Liberality, Holding That As No Human Being Can With Certainty Say, In The Clash And Conflict Of Hostile Faiths And Creeds, What Is Truth, Or That He Is Surely In Possession Of It, So Everyone Should Feel That It Is Quite Possible That Another Equally Honest And Sincere With Himself, And Yet Holding The Contrary Opinion, May Himself Be In Possession Of The Truth.

All Religious Expression Is Symbolism.

To Sow, That Others May Reap; To Work And Plant For Those That Are To Occupy The Earth When We Are Dead; To Project Our Influences Far Into The Future, And Live Beyond Our Time; To Rule As The Kings Of Thought, Over Men Who Are Yet Unborn; To Bless With The Glorious Gifts Of Truth And Light And Liberty Those Who Will Neither Know The Name Of The Giver, Nor Care In What Grave His Unregarded Ashes Repose, Is The True Office Of A Mason And The Proudest Destiny Of A Man.

Fictions Are Necessary For The People, And The Truth Becomes Deadly To Those Who Are Not Strong Enough To Contemplate It In All Its Brilliance. In Fact, What Can There Be In Common Between The Vile Multitude And Sublime Wisdom? The Truth Must Be Kept Secret, And The Masses Need A Teaching Proportioned To Their Imperfect Reason.