Not One Man In A Thousand Has

You Do Not Believe, You Only Believe That You Believe.

An Instinctive Taste Teaches Men To Build Their Churches With Spire Steeples Which Point As With A Silent Finger To The Sky And Stars.

So Will I Build My Altar In The Fields, And The Blue Sky My Fretted Dome Shall Be, And The Sweet Fragrance That The Wild Flower Yields Shall Be The Incense I Will Yield To Thee.

Genius Of The Highest Kind Implies An Unusual Intensity Of The Modifying Power.

What Is One Man's Gain Is Another's Loss.