Every Word Was Once A

Line In Nature Is Not Found; Unit And Universe Are Round.

All Men In The Abstract Are Just And Good.

The Height Of The Pinnacle Is Determined By The Breadth Of The Base.

He In Whom The Love Of Truth Predominates . . . Submits To The Inconvenience Of Suspense And Imperfect Opinion; But He Is A Candidate For Truth . . . And Respects The Highest Law Of His Being.

He Is A Dull Observer Whose Experience Has Not Taught Him The Reality And Force Of Magic, As Well As Of Chemistry.