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The More I Study Religions The More I Am Convinced That Man Never Worshipped Anything But Himself.

Indeed He Knows Not How To Know Who Knows Not Also How To Un-know.

One Cannot Look At The Sea Without Wishing For The Wings Of A Swallow.

How Melancholy A Thing Is Success. Whilst Failure Inspirits A Man, Attainment Reads The Sad Prosy Lesson That All Our Glories "are Shadows, Not Substantial Things." Truly Said The Sayer, "disappointment Is The Salt Of Life" A Salutary Bitter Which Strengthens The Mind For Fresh Exertion, And Gives A Double Value To The Prize.

The Now, That Indivisible Point Which Studs The Length Of Infinite Line Whose Ends Are Nowhere, Is Thine All , The Puny All Thou Callest Thine.