The Common Right Is Nothing More Or

Fictions Are Necessary For The People, And The Truth Becomes Deadly To Those Who Are Not Strong Enough To Contemplate It In All Its Brilliance. In Fact, What Can There Be In Common Between The Vile Multitude And Sublime Wisdom? The Truth Must Be Kept Secret, And The Masses Need A Teaching Proportioned To Their Imperfect Reason.

Work Only Can Keep Even Kings Respectable.

Before God Manifested Himself, When All Things Were Still Hidden In Him... He Began By Forming An Imperceptible Point; That Was His Own Thought. With This Thought He Then Began To Construct A Mysterious And Holy Form... The Universe.

Man Is Encompassed With A Dome Of Incomprehensible Wonders. In Him And About Him Is That Which Should Fill His Life With Majesty And Sacredness. Something Of Sublimity And Sanctity Has Thus Flashed Down From Heaven Into The Heart Of Every One That Lives.

To Sow, That Others May Reap; To Work And Plant For Those That Are To Occupy The Earth When We Are Dead; To Project Our Influences Far Into The Future, And Live Beyond Our Time; To Rule As The Kings Of Thought, Over Men Who Are Yet Unborn; To Bless With The Glorious Gifts Of Truth And Light And Liberty Those Who Will Neither Know The Name Of The Giver, Nor Care In What Grave His Unregarded Ashes Repose, Is The True Office Of A Mason And The Proudest Destiny Of A Man.