I Have Reached The End

The Mills Of God Grind Slowly.

The Barbarians, Who Possessed No Books, No Secular Knowledge, No Education, Except In The Schools Of The Clergy, And Who Had Scarcely Acquired The Rudiments Of Religious Instruction, Turned With Childlike Attachment To Men Whose Minds Were Stored With The Knowledge Of Scripture, Of Cicero, Of St. Augustine; And In The Scanty World Of Their Ideas, The Church Was Felt To Be Something Infinitely Vaster, Stronger, Holier Than Their Newly Founded States.

The History Of Institutions Is Often A History Of Deception And Illusions; For Their Virtue Depends On The Ideas That Produce And On The Spirit That Preserves Them, And The Form May Remain Unaltered When The Substance Has Passed Away.

Be Not Content With The Best Book; Seek Sidelights From The Others; Have No Favourites.

The Epoch Of Doubt And Transition During Which The Greeks Passed From The Dim Fancies Of Mythology To The Fierce Light Of Science Was The Age Of Pericles, And The Endeavour To Substitute Certain Truth For The Prescriptions Of Impaired Authorities, Which Was Then Beginning To Absorb The Energies Of The Greek Intellect, Is The Grandest Movement In The Profane Annals Of Mankind, For To It We Owe, Even After The Immeasurable Progress Accomplished By Christianity, Much Of Our Philosophy And Far The Better Part Of The Political Knowledge We Possess.