Distrust Of Authority Should Be The First

The Pine Stays Green In Winter... Wisdom In Hardship.

It Seldom Pays To Be Rude. It Never Pays To Be Only Half-rude.

There Is In Us A Lyric Germ Or Nucleus Which Deserves Respect; It Bids A Man To Ponder Or Create; And In This Dim Corner Of Himself He Can Take Refuge And Find Consolations Which The Society Of His Fellow Creatures Does Not Provide.

He Talks About The Scylla Of Atheism And The Charybdis Of Christianity - A State Of Mind Which, By The Way, Is Not Conducive To Bold Navigation.

To Find A Friend One Must Close One Eye. To Keep Him...two.