Work, Finish, Publish.

Speculations? I Have None. I Am Resting On Certainties.

I ... Express A Wish That You May, In Your Generation, Be Fit To Compare To A Candle; That You May, Like It, Shine As Lights To Those About You; That, In All Your Actions, You May Justify The Beauty Of The Taper By Making Your Deeds Honourable And Effectual In The Discharge Of Your Duty To Your Fellow-men.

In Place Of Practising Wholesome Self-abnegation, We Ever Make The Wish The Father To The Thought: We Receive As Friendly That Which Agrees With, We Resist With Dislike That Which Opposes Us; Whereas The Very Reverse Is Required By Every Dictate Of Common Sense.

What A Weak, Credulous, Incredulous, Unbelieving, Superstitious, Bold, Frightened, What A Ridiculous World Ours Is, As Far As Concerns The Mind Of Man. How Full Of Inconsistencies, Contradictions And Absurdities It Is. I Declare That Taking The Average Of Many Minds That Have Recently Come Before Me ... I Should Prefer The Obedience, Affections And Instinct Of A Dog Before It.

Lectures Which Really Teach Will Never Be Popular; Lectures Which Are Popular Will Never Really Teach.