See How He Throws His Baited Lines

Rough Work, Iconoclasm, But The Only Way To Get At Truth.

I Firmly Believe That If The Whole Material Medica, As Now Used, Could Be Sunk To The Bottom Of The Sea, It Would Be Better For Mankind-and All The Worse For The Fishes.

For Nothing Burns With Such Amazing Speed, As The Dry Sticks Of A Religious Creed.

Wisdom Is The Abstract Of The Past, But Beauty Is The Promise Of The Future.

And If I Should Live To Be The Last Leaf Upon The Tree In The Spring, Let Them Smile, As I Do Now, At The Old Forsaken Bough Where I Cling.