It Is Not I Who Die, When

A Heretic Is A Man Who Sees With His Own Eyes

The Superstition In Which We Grew Up, Though We May Recognize It, Does Not Lose Its Power Over Us.-not All Are Free Who Make Mock Of Their Chains.

But How Many Moments Are Already Past! Ah! Who Thinks Of Those That Are Past?

The True Value Of Man Is Not Determined By His Possession, Supposed Or Real, Of Truth, But Rather By His Sincere Exertion To Get To The Truth. It Is Not Possession Of Truth By Which He Extends His Powers And In Which His Ever-growing Perfectability Is To Be Found. Possession Makes One Passive, Indolent And Proud. If God Were To Hold All Truth Concealed In His Right Hand, And In His Left Only The Steady And Diligent Drive For Truth, Albeit With The Proviso That I Would Always And Forever Err In The Process, And To Offer Me The Choice, I Would With All Humility Take The Left Hand.

The Search For Truth Is More Precious Than Its Possession.