Mystery Hovers Over All Things Here Below.

Man Is God By His Faculty For Thought.

A Conscience Without God Is Like A Court Without A Judge.

We Are Earth's Children, And Life Is The Same In Sap As In Blood; All That The Earth, Our Mother, Feels And Expresses To The Eye By Her Form And Aspect, In Melancholy Or In Splendor, Finds An Echo Within Us.

My Dog! The Difference Between Thee And Me Knows Only Our Creator.

Every Time That A People Which Has Long Crouched In Slavery And Ignorance Is Moved To Its Lowest Depths There Appear Monsters And Heroes, Prodigies Of Crime And Prodigies Of Virtue.