Pin thy faith to no man's sleeve. Hast thou not two eyes of thy own?

History after all is the true poetry.

Of all acts of man repentance is the most divine. The greatest of all faults is to be conscious of none.

The world is an old woman, and mistakes any gilt farthing for a gold coin; whereby being often cheated, she will thenceforth trust nothing but the common copper.

No iron chain, or outward force of any kind, can ever compel the soul of a person to believe or to disbelieve.

The Builder of this Universe was wise, He plann'd all souls, all systems, planets, particles: The Plan He shap'd all Worlds and Æons by, Was-Heavens!-was thy small Nine-and-thirty Articles!

O thou that pinest in the imprisonment of the Actual, and criest bitterly to the gods for a kingdom wherein to rule and create, know this for a truth: the thing thou seekest is already here, "here or nowhere," couldst thou only see.