In Old Egypt, It Was

In All Things I Would Have The Island Of A Man Inviolate. Let Us Sit Apart As The Gods, Talking From Peak To Peak All Round Olympus. No Degree Of Affection Need Invade This Religion.

Good And Bad Are But Names Very Readily Transferable To That Or This.

The True Scholar Grudges Every Opportunity Of Action Passed, By, As A Loss Of Power.

Whenever The Pulpit Is Usurped By A Formalist, Then Is The Worshipper Defrauded And Disconsolate.

All Vigor Is Contagious.