History Seldom Destroys That Which

As Soon As Liberty Is Complete It Dies In Anarchy.

Progress Is The Increasing Control Of The Environment By Life.

I Feel For All Faiths The Warm Sympathy Of One Who Has Come To Learn That Even The Trust In Reason Is A Precarious Faith, And That We Are All Fragments Of Darkness Groping For The Sun. I Know No More About The Ultimates Than The Simplest Urchin In The Streets.

Never Mind Your Happiness; Do Your Duty.

Civilizations Come And Go; They Conquer The Earth And Crumble Into Dust; But Faith Survives Every Desolation.