Toleration Ought In Reality To Be Merely

The Highest Happiness, The Purest Joys Of Life, Wear Out At Last.

Science Arose From Poetry... When Times Change The Two Can Meet Again On A Higher Level As Friends.

There Is Not A Single Outward Mark Of Courtesy That Does Not Have A Deep Moral Basis.

We Are So Constituted That We Believe The Most Incredible Things; And, Once They Are Engraved Upon The Memory, Woe To Him Who Would Endeavor To Erase Them.

Oh, Happy He Who Still Hopes He Can Emerge From Error's Boundless Sea! - Faust.