Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud-and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word. But in the night of Death Hope sees a star and listening Love can hear the rustling of a wing.

It cannot be too often repeated, that truth scorns the assistance of miracle.

The more a man knows, the more willing he is to learn-the less a man knows, the more positive he is that he knows everything.

If nobody has too much, everybody will have enough.

Let us put theology out of religion. Theology has always sent the worst to heaven, the best to hell.

Surely there is grandeur in knowing that in the realm of thought, at least, you are without a chain; that you have the right to explore all heights and depth; that there are no walls nor fences, nor prohibited places, nor sacred corners in all the vast expanse of thought.

The emblem of equal rights. It means free hands, free lips, self- government, and the sovereignty of the individual.