There Is Nothing In Religion

Every Dream Is A Prophecy: Every Jest Is An Earnest In The Womb Of Time.

Ye Poor Posterity, Think Not That Ye Are The First. Other Fools Before Ye Have Seen The Sun Rise And Set, And The Moon Change Her Shape And Her Hour. As They Were So Ye Are; And Yet Not So Great; For The Pyramids My People Built Stand To This Day; Whilst The Dustheaps On Which Ye Slave, And Which Ye Call Empires, Scatter In The Wind Even As Ye Pile Your Dead Sons' Bodies On Them To Make Yet More Dust.

Few Of Us Have Vitality Enough To Make Any Of Our Instincts Imperious.

Never Fret For An Only Son, The Idea Of Failure Will Never Occur To Him.

Nothing Makes A Man So Selfish As Work.