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Not One Man In A Thousand Has Either Strength Of Mind Or Goodness Of Heart To Be An Atheist.

A Man's As Old As He's Feeling. A Woman As Old As She Looks.

Be That Blind Bard Who On The Chian Strand, By Those Deep Sounds Possessed With Inward Light, Beheld The Iliad And The Odyssey Rise To The Swelling Of The Voiceful Sea.

Falsehood Is Fire In Stubble; It Likewise Turns All The Light Stuff Around It Into Its Own Substance For A Moment, One Crackling Blazing Moment, And Then Dies; And All Its Converts Are Scattered In The Wind, Without Place Or Evidence Of Their Existence, As Viewless As The Wind Which Scatters Them.

Some Persons Have Contended That Mathematics Ought To Be Taught By Making The Illustrations Obvious To The Senses. Nothing Can Be More Absurd Or Injurious: It Ought To Be Our Never-ceasing Effort To Make People Think, Not Feel.