Lord Deliver Me From Myself.

No One Should Approach The Temple Of Science With The Soul Of A Money Changer.

To Extend Our Memories By Monuments, Whose Death We Daily Pray For, And Whose Duration We Cannot Hope, Without Injury To Our Expectations In The Advent Of The Last Day, Were A Contradiction To Our Belief.

I Can Hardly Thinke There Was Any Scared Into Heaven; They Go The Surest Way To Heaven Who Would Serve God Without A Hell; Other Mercenaries, That Crouch Unto Him In Feare Of Hell, Though They Terme Themselves Servants, Are Indeed But The Slaves Of The Almighty.

Flattery Is A Juggler, And No Kin Unto Sincerity.

All Things Are Artificial, For Nature Is The Art Of God.