Nature Loves Simplicity And Unity.

Eyesight Should Learn From Reason.

It May Be Well To Wait A Century For A Reader, As God Has Waited Six Thousand Years For An Observer.

Now, As God The Maker Play'd He Taught The Game To Nature Whom He Created In His Image; Taught Her The Selfsame Game Which He Played To Her.

Truth Is The Daughter Of Time, And I Feel No Shame In Being Her Midwife.

Repudiating The Sensible World, Which He Neither Sees Himself Nor Believes From Those Who Have, The Peripatetic Joins Combat By Childish Quibbling In A World On Paper, And Denies The Sun Shines Because He Himself Is Blind.