A False Man Found A Religion? Why,

Every Noble Crown Is, And On Earth Will Forever Be, A Crown Of Thorns.

Every New Opinion, At Its Starting, Is Precisely In A Minority Of One.

No Amount Of Ability Is Of The Slightest Avail Without Honor.

To The Mean Eye All Things Are Trivial, As Certainly As To The Jaundiced They Are Yellow.

To Each Is Given A Certain Inward Talent, A Certain Outward Environment Or Fortune; To Each By Wisest Combination Of These Two, A Certain Maximum Capacity.