Life Is A Verb, Not A Noun.

We Have Built Into The Constitution Of The Human Race The Habit And Desire Of Taking, As Divorced From Its Natural Precursor And Concomitant Of Making.

Shall You Complain Who Feed The World? Who Clothe The World? Who House The World? Shall You Complain Who Are The World, Of What The World May Do? As From This Hour You Use Your Power, The World Must Follow You!

One Religion After Another Has Accepted And Perpetuated Man's Original Mistake In Making A Private Servant Of The Mother Of The Race.

In Business Life, That Is, In Its Material Processes, We Eagerly Accept The New. In Social Life, In All Our Social Processes, We Piously, Valiantly, Obdurately, Maintain The Old.

The Peculiarity Of All Death-based Religions Is That Their Subject-matter Is Entirely Outside Of Facts. Men Could Think And Think, Talk And Argue, Advance, Deny, Assert, And Controversy, And Write Innumerable Books, Without Being Hampered At Any Time By Any Fact.