Why Did Not Somebody Teach Me The

A Man Protesting Against Error Is On The Way Towards Uniting Himself With All Men That Believe In Truth.

It Is A Vain Hope To Make People Happy By Politics.

Heroes Have Gone Out; Quacks Have Come In; The Reign Of Quacks Has Not Ended With The Nineteenth Century. The Sceptre Is Held With A Firmer Grasp; The Empire Has A Wider Boundary. We Are All The Slaves Of Quackery In One Shape Or Another. Indeed, One Portion Of Our Being Is Always Playing The Successful Quack To The Other.

There Is But One Thing Without Honor, Smitten With Eternal Barrenness, Inability To Do Or To Be,-insincerity, Unbelief.

The Mystical Bond Of Brotherhood Makes All Men Brothers.