A Healthy Nature Needs No God Or

As Inclination Changes, Thus Ebbs And Flows The Unstable Tide Of Public Judgment.

Virtue Has Her Heroes Too As Well As Fame And Fortune.

Ever Building, Building To The Clouds, Still Building Higher, And Never Reflecting That The Poor Narrow Basis Cannot Sustain The Giddy Tottering Column.

What Else Is Chance But The Rude Stone Which Receives Its Life From The Sculptor's Hand? Providence Gives Us Chance, And Man Must Mould It To His Own Designs.

Against Stupidity, God Himself Fights In Vain.