The Progress Of Religion Is Steadily To

Nothing Is Great But The Inexhaustible Wealth Of Nature.

Build Therefore Your Own World.

They Who Talk Much Of Destiny, Their Birth-star, Etc., Are In A Lower Dangerous Plane, And Invite The Evils They Fear.

One Of Our Statesmen Said, "the Curse Of This Country Is Eloquent Men."

Standing On The Bare Ground,--my Head Bathed By The Blithe Air And Uplifted Into Infinite Space,--all Mean Egotism Vanishes. I Become A Transparent Eyeball; I Am Nothing; I See All; The Currents Of The Universal Being Circulate Through Me; I Am Part Or Parcel Of God.