A Man Is Not Learned Because He

Every Life Has Its Years In Which One Progresses As On A Tedious And Dusty Street Of Poplars, Without Caring To Know Where He Is.

He In Whom All This Is Destroyed, And Taken Out With The Very Root, He, When Freed From Hatred And Wise, Is Called Respectable.

All Ancient Books Which Have Once Been Called Sacred By Man, Will Have Their Lasting Place In The History Of Mankind, And Those Who Possess The Courage, The Perseverance, And The Self-denial Of The True Miner, And Of The True Scholar, Will Find Even In The Darkest And Dustiest Shafts What They Are Seeking For,-real Nuggets Of Thought, And Precious Jewels Of Faith And Hope.

A Flower Cannot Blossom Without Sunshine, And Man Cannot Live Without Love.

Without A Belief In Personal Immortality, Religion Surely Is Like An Arch Resting On One Pillar, Like A Bridge Ending In An Abyss.