Whoso Shrinks From Ideas Ends By Having

Those Who Hope For No Other Life Are Dead Even For This.

We Are Pantheists As Natural Scientists, Polytheists As Poets, And Monotheists As Moral Beings.

We Should Know Mankind Better If We Were Not So Anxious To Resemble One Another.

What A Mighty Spirit In A Narrow Bosom. [ger., Welch' Hoher Geist In Einer Engen Brust.]

Were The Eye Not Of The Sun, How Could We Behold The Light? If God's Might And Ours Were Not As One, How Could His Work Enchant Our Sight?