Large Charity Doth Never Soil, But Only

Worshippers Of Light Ancestral Make The Present Light A Crime.

Fate Loves Best Such Syllables As Are Sweet And Sonorous On The Tongue.

Year By Year, More And More Of The World Gets Disenchanted. Even The Icy Privacy Of The Arctic And Antarctic Circles Is Invaded. We Have Played Jack Horner With Our Earth, Till There Is Never A Plum Left In It.

The Opening Of The First Grammar School Was The Opening Of The First Trench Against Monopoly In Church And State.

Most Religion-mongers Have Bated Their Paradises With A Bit Of Toasted Cheese. They Have Tempted The Body With Large Promises Of Possessions In Their Transmortal El Dorado. Sancho Panza Will Not Quit His Chimney-corner, But Under Promise Of Imaginary Islands To Govern.