Let The Ground Of All Thy Religious

Scandal Breeds Hatred; Hatred Begets Division; Division Makes Faction, And Faction Brings Ruin.

Whosoever Obeyeth The Devil, Casteth Himself Down: For The Devil May Suggest, Compel He Cannot.

The Birds Of The Air Die To Sustain Thee; The Beasts Of The Field Die To Nourish Thee; The Fishes Of The Sea Die To Feed Thee. Our Stomachs Are Their Common Sepulchre. Good God! With How Many Deaths Are Our Poor Lives Patched Up! How Full Of Death Is The Life Of Momentary Man!

Immortal Life Is Something To Be Earned, By Slow Self-conquest, Comradeship With Pain, And Patient Seeking After Higher Truths.

What Treasures Here Do Mammon's Sons Behold! Yet Know That All That Which Glitters Is Not Gold.