Masonry Is Identical With The Ancient Mysteries

The Spoken Discourse May Roll On Strongly As The Great Tidal Wave; But, Like The Wave, It Dies At Last Feebly On The Sands. It Is Heard By Few, Remembered By Still Fewer, And Fades Away, Like An Echo In The Mountains, Leaving No Token Of Power. It Is The Written Human Speech, That Gave Power And Permanence To Human Thought.

We Are All Naturally Seekers Of Wonders. We Travel Far To See The Majesty Of Old Ruins, The Venerable Forms Of The Hoary Mountains, Great Waterfalls, And Galleries Of Art. And Yet The World's Wonder Is All Around Us; The Wonder Of Setting Suns, And Evening Stars, Of The Magic Spring-time, The Blossoming Of The Trees, The Strange Transformations Of The Moth...

Hypocrisy Is The Homage That Vice And Wrong Pay To Virtue And Justice .

The Universe Should Be Deemed An Immense Being, Always Living, Always Moved And Always Moving In An Eternal Activity Inherent In Itself, And Which, Subordinate To No Foreign Cause, Is Communicated To All Its Parts, Connects Them Together, And Makes The World Of Things A Complete And Perfect Whole.

Fictions Are Necessary For The People, And The Truth Becomes Deadly To Those Who Are Not Strong Enough To Contemplate It In All Its Brilliance. In Fact, What Can There Be In Common Between The Vile Multitude And Sublime Wisdom? The Truth Must Be Kept Secret, And The Masses Need A Teaching Proportioned To Their Imperfect Reason.