There is a splendour in my name hidden and glorious, as the sun of midnight is ever the son.
By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.
A burnt child dreads the fire.
Practically, Science is true; and Faith is foolish.
Invoke often! Inflame thyself with prayer!
Further, an excess of legislation defeats its own ends. It makes the whole population criminals, and turns them all into police and police spies. The moral health of such a people is ruined for ever; only revolution can save it.