Heroes have gone out; quacks have come in; the reign of quacks has not ended with the nineteenth century. The sceptre is held with a firmer grasp; the empire has a wider boundary. We are all the slaves of quackery in one shape or another. Indeed, one portion of our being is always playing the successful quack to the other.

No ghost was every seen by two pair of eyes.

All that mankind has done, thought or been: it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books.

What are your Axioms, and Categories, and Systems, and Aphorisms? Words, words.... Be not the slave of Words.

Infinite is the help man can yield to man.

The fearful unbelief is unbelief in yourself.

Without kindness there can be no true joy.