The Scapegoat Upon Whom The Sins Of

Small Minds Cannot Grasp Great Ideas; To Their Narrow Comprehension, Their Purblind Vision, Nothing Seems Really Great And Important But Themselves.

The Moral World Is As Little Exempt As The Physical World From The Law Of Ceaseless Change, Of Perpetual Flux.

Indeed The Influence Of Music On The Development Of Religion Is A Subject Which Would Repay A Sympathetic Study.

From The Earliest Times Man Has Been Engaged In A Search For General Rules Whereby To Turn The Order Of Natural Phenomena To His Own Advantage, And In The Long Search He Has Scraped Together A Great Hoard Of Such Maxims, Some Of Them Golden And Some Of Them Mere Dross. The True Or Golden Rules Constitute The Body Of Applied Science Which We Call The Arts; The False Are Magic.

If The Test Of Truth Lay In A Show Of Hands Or A Counting Of Heads, The System Of Magic Might Appeal, With Far More Reason Than The Catholic Church, To The Proud Motto, 'quod Semper, Quod Ubique, Quod Ab Omnibus' [always, Everywhere, And By All], As The Sure And Certain Credential Of Its Own Infallibility.