Knowledge Is The Antidote To Fear

Live Well, Learn Plenty, Laugh Often, Love Much.

A Mob Is A Society Obodies, Voluntarily Bereaving Themselves Oreason, And Traversing Its Work. The Mob Is Man, Voluntarily Descending To The Nature Othe Beast. Its Fit Hour Oactivity Is Night; Its Actions Are Insane, Like Its Whole Constitution.

Go Put Your Creed Into Your Deed, Nor Speak With Double Tongue.

In My Utter Impotence To Test The Authenticity Of The Report Of My Senses, To Know Whether The Impressions They Make On Me Correspond With Outlying Objects, What Difference Does It Make, Whether Orion Is Up There In Heaven, Or Some God Paints The Image In The Firmament Of The Soul?

Why Should We Grope Among The Dry Bones Of The Past? The Sun Shines Today Also.