My Heart Hath Followed All My Days

Vibrations Are The Key To Everything. Atoms Used To Be, But Atoms Have Quite Gone Out.

For All Of The Creeds Are False, And All Of The Creeds Are True; And Low At The Shrines Where My Brothers Bow, There Will I Bow Too; For No Form Of A God, And No Fashion Man Has Made In His Desperate Passion, But Is Worthy Some Worship Of Mine; Not Too Hot With A Gross Belief, Nor Yet Too Cold With Pride, I Will Bow Me Down Where My Brothers Bow, Humble, But Open Eyed.

For Him Who Fain Would Teach The World The World Holds Hate In Fee- For Socrates, The Hemlock Cup; For Christ, Gethsemane.

The Chief Obstacle To The Progress Of The Human Race Is The Human Race.

It Would Be A Colorless World If Each Individual Did Not Secretly Believe Himself Superior To Almost Everyone Else.