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The Idol Is The Measure Of The Worshipper.

Year By Year, More And More Of The World Gets Disenchanted. Even The Icy Privacy Of The Arctic And Antarctic Circles Is Invaded. We Have Played Jack Horner With Our Earth, Till There Is Never A Plum Left In It.

A Weed Is No More Than A Flower In Disguise.

Sincerity Is Impossible, Unless It Pervade The Whole Being, And The Pretence Of It Saps The Very Foundation Of Character.

Great Truths Are Portions Of The Soul Of Man; Great Souls Are Portions Of Eternity.