"True science has no belief," says Dr. Fenwick, in Bulwer-Lytton's 'Strange Story;' "true science knows but three states of mind: denial, conviction, and the vast interval between the two, which is not belief, but the suspension of judgment." Such, perhaps, was true science in Dr. Fenwick's days. But the true science of our modern times proceeds otherwise; it either denies point-blank, without any preliminary investigation, or sits in the interim, between denial and conviction, and, dictionary in hand, invents new Graeco-Latin appellations for non-existing kinds of hysteria!

Even in our day, science suspects beyond the Polar seas, at the very circle of the Arctic Pole, the existence of a sea which never freezes and a continent which is ever green.

Who is the great man? He who is strongest in patience. He who patiently endures injury, and maintains a blameless life--he is a man indeed!

From Architecture down to the Zodiac, every science worthy of the name was imported by the Greeks

Theosophy blesses the world; Theology is its curse.

Theosophy, on earth, is like the white ray of the spectrum, and each religion only one of the seven colours.

The mind is the slayer of the real, let the disciples slay the slayer.