Life Is A Narrow Vale Between The

All Religious Systems Enslave The Mind. Certain Things Are Demanded-certain Things Must Be Believed-certain Things Must Be Done-and The Man Who Becomes The Subject Or Servant Of This Superstition Must Give Up All Idea Of Indivuality Or Hope Of Intellectual Growth Or Progress.

In Nature There Are Neither Rewards Nor Punishments; There Are Consequences.

The Church Has Always Been Willing To Swap Off Treasures In Heaven For Cash Down.

Life Is A Narrow Vale Between The Cold And Barren Peaks Of Two Eternities. We Strive In Vain To Look Beyond The Heights. We Cry Aloud-and The Only Answer Is The Echo Of Our Wailing Cry. From The Voiceless Lips Of The Unreplying Dead There Comes No Word. But In The Night Of Death Hope Sees A Star And Listening Love Can Hear The Rustling Of A Wing.

To The Wise Man, To The Wise Nation, The Mistakes Of The Past Are The Torches Of The Present.