To The Mean Eye All Things Are

The Past Is All Holy To Us; The Dead Are All Holy; Even They That Were Wicked When Alive.

So Much Of Truth, Only Under An Ancient Obsolete Vesture, But The Spirit Of It Still True, Do I Find In The Paganism Of Old Nations. Nature Is Still Divine, The Revelation Of The Workings Of God; The Hero Is Still Worshipable: This, Under Poor Cramped Incipient Forms, Is What All Pagan Religions Have Struggled, As They Could, To Set Forth.

In Every Phenomenon The Beginning Remains Always The Most Notable Moment.

Thought Will Not Work Except In Silence.

If There Be No Enemy There's No Fight. If No Fight, No Victory And If No Victory There Is No Crown.