Every Thought Of Pity Is Like The

When Every Event Was A Miracle, When There Was No Order Or System Or Law, There Was No Occasion For Studying Any Subject, Or Being Interested In Anything Excepting A Religion Which Took Care Of The Soul. As Man Doubted The Primitive Conceptions About Religion, And No Longer Accepted The Literal, Miraculous Teachings Of Ancient Books, He Set Himself To Understand Nature.

Nothing Is So Loved By Tyrants As Obedient Subjects.

Every Thought Of Pity Is Like The Balm Of Gilead To Our Souls.

Everything Serious That He Says Is A Joke And Everything Humorous That He Says Is Dead Serious.

I Am An Agnostic As To The Question Of God.