Is There No God, Then, But At

Oblivion Is The Dark Page, Whereon Memory Writes Her Light-beam Characters, And Makes Them Legible; Were It All Light, Nothing Could Be Read There, Any More Than If It Were All Darkness.

A Frightful Dialect For The Stupid, The Pedant And Dullard Sort.

A Thought Once Awakened Does Not Again Slumber.

The Authentic Insight And Experience Of Any Human Soul, Were It But Insight And Experience In Hewing Of Wood And Drawing Of Water, Is Real Knowledge, A Real Possession And Acquirement.

Quackery Gives Birth To Nothing; Gives Death To All Things.