There Is No History; Only Biography.

Our Relations To Each Other Are Oblique And Casual.

Fear God, And Where You Go Men Shall Think They Walk In Hallowed Cathedrals.

Our Eyes Are Holden That We Cannot See Things That Stare Us In The Face, Until The Hour Arrives When The Mind Is Ripened; Then We Behold Them, And The Time When We Saw Them Not Is Like A Dream.

The Reason Why Any One Refuses His Assent To Your Opinion, Or His Aid To Your Benevolent Design, Is In You: He Refuses To Accept You As A Bringer Of Truth, Because, Though You Think You Have It, He Feels That You Have It Not. You Have Not Given Him The Authentic Sign.

The Mass Are Animal, In Pupilage, And Near Chimpanzee.