To Rise From Error To Truth Is

What Would Be Ugly In A Garden Constitutes Beauty In A Mountain.

The Hand Which Moves Over The Dial Moves Also Among Souls.

To Crush Out Fanaticism And Revere The Infinite, Such Is The Law. Let Us Not Confine Ourselves To Falling Prostrate Beneath The Tree Of Creation And Contemplating Its Vast Ramifications Full Of Stars. We Have A Duty To Perform, To Cultivate The Human Soul, To Defend Mystery Against Miracle, To Adore The Incomprehensible And To Reject The Absurd; To Admit Nothing That Is Inexplicable Excepting What Is Necessary, To Purify Faith And Obliterate Superstition From The Face Of Religion, To Remove The Vermin From The Garden Of God.

Proverty And Wealth Are Comparative Sins.

Not Seeing People Allows You To Think Of Them As Perfect In All Kinds Of Ways.