That Which We Do For Ourselves Dies

All Religious Expression Is Symbolism.

We Are All Naturally Seekers Of Wonders. We Travel Far To See The Majesty Of Old Ruins, The Venerable Forms Of The Hoary Mountains, Great Waterfalls, And Galleries Of Art. And Yet The World's Wonder Is All Around Us; The Wonder Of Setting Suns, And Evening Stars, Of The Magic Spring-time, The Blossoming Of The Trees, The Strange Transformations Of The Moth...

The Power Of A Free People Is Often At The Disposal Of A Single And Seemingly An Unimportant Individual; A Terrible And Truthful Power; For Such A People Feel With One Heart, And Therefore Can Lift Up Their Myriad Arms For A Single Blow. And, Again, There Is No Graduated Scale For The Measurement Of The Influences Of Different Intellects Upon The Popular Mind. Peter The Hermit Held No Office, Yet What A Work He Wrought!

I Took My Obligations From White Men, Not From Negroes. When I Have To Accept Negroes As Brothers Or Leave Masonry, I Shall Leave It

Strange And Mysterious Name To Give To The Spirit Of Darkness! Lucifer, The Son Of The Morning! Is It He Who Bears The Light, And With Its Splendors Intolerable Blinds Feeble, Sensual, Or Selfish Souls? Doubt It Not!