The Modern Masters Promise Very Little

What Are We, The Inhabitants Of This Globe, Least Among The Many That People Infinite Space? Our Minds Embrace Infinity; The Visible Mechanism Of Our Being Is Subject To Merest Accident.

I Cherished Hope, It Is True, But It Vanished When My Person Reflected . . .

Everything Must Have A Beginning ... And That Beginning Must Be Linked To Something That Went Before.

The Fallen Angel Becomes A Malignant Devil. Yet Even That Enemy Of God And Man Had Friends And Associates In His Desolation; I Am Alone.

A Mind Of Moderate Capacity Which Closely Pursues One Study Must Infallibly Arrive At Great Proficiency In That Study.