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Nature, As We Know Her, Is No Saint.... She Comes Eating And Drinking And Sinning.

The Cold, Inconsiderate Of Persons, Tingles Your Blood, Benumbs Your Feet, Freezes A Man Like An Apple.

Teach That God Is, Not Was; That He Speaketh, Not Spake.

We Aim Above The Mark To Hit The Mark.

But I Cannot Recite, Even Thus Rudely, Laws Of The Intellect, Without Remembering That Lofty And Sequestered Class Of Men Who Have Been Its Prophets And Oracles, The High-priesthood Of The Pure Reason, The Trismegisti, The Expounders Of The Principles Of Thought From Age To Age.