For Nothing Burns With Such Amazing Speed,

What A Blessed Thing It Is, That Nature, When She Invented, Manufactured, And Patented Her Authors, Contrived To Make Critics Out Of The Chips That Were Left!

Build Thee More Stately Mansions, O My Soul, As The Swift Seasons Roll! Leave Thy Low-vaulted Past! Let Each New Temple, Nobler Than The Last, Shut Thee From Heaven With A Dome More Vast, Till Thou At Length Art Free, Leaving Thine Outgrown Shell By Life's Unresting Sea!

For Nothing Burns With Such Amazing Speed, As The Dry Sticks Of A Religious Creed.

Love Is The Master-key That Opens The Gates Of Happiness, Of Hatred, Of Jealousy, And, Most Easily Of All, The Gate Of Fear.

When Men Have Realized That Time Has Upset Many Fighting Faiths, They May Come To Believe... That The Ultimate Good Desired Is Better Reached By Free Trade In Ideas-- That The Best Test Of Truth Is The Power Of The Thought To Get Itself Accepted In The Competition Of The Market, And That Truth Is The Only Ground Upon Which Their Wishes Safely Can Be Carried Out. That At Any Rate Is The Theory Of Our Constitution. It Is An Experiment. As All Life Is An Experiment. Every Year If Not Every Day We Wager Our Salvation Upon Some Prophecy Based Upon Imperfect Knowledge.