A Sharp Spear Needs No Polish.

Men And Women, Empires And Cities, Thrones, Principalities, And Powers, Mountains, Rivers, And Unfathomed Seas, Worlds, Spaces, And Universes, All Have Their Day, And All Must Go.

Ah! If Man Would But See That Hope Is From Within And Not From Without - That He Himself Must Work Out His Own Salvation.

I Have Never Observed That The Religious Are More Eager To Die Than The Rest Of Us Poor Mortals.

We Run To Place And Power Over The Dead Bodies Of Those Who Fail And Fall; Ay, We Win The Food We Eat From Out The Mouths Of Starving Babes.

Strange Are The Pictures Of The Future That Mankind Can Thus Draw With This Brush Of Faith And These Many-coloured Pigments Of The Imagination! Strange, Too, That No One Of Them Tallies With Another!