Fictions Are Necessary For The People, And

The Spoken Discourse May Roll On Strongly As The Great Tidal Wave; But, Like The Wave, It Dies At Last Feebly On The Sands. It Is Heard By Few, Remembered By Still Fewer, And Fades Away, Like An Echo In The Mountains, Leaving No Token Of Power. It Is The Written Human Speech, That Gave Power And Permanence To Human Thought.

Will Is The Dynamic Soul-force.

Magic Is That Which It Is; It Is By Itself, Like The Mathematics; For It Is The Exact And Absolute Science Of Nature And Its Laws . Magic Is The Science Of The Ancient Magi: And The Christian Religion, Which Has Imposed Silence On The Lying Oracles, And Put An End To The Prestiges Of The False Gods , Itself Reveres Those Magi Who Came From The East, Guided By A Star , To Adore The Saviour Of The World In His Cradle.

Pride Is Not The Heritage Of Man; Humility Should Dwell With Frailty, And Atone For Ignorance, Error, And Imperfection.

Man Is Encompassed With A Dome Of Incomprehensible Wonders. In Him And About Him Is That Which Should Fill His Life With Majesty And Sacredness. Something Of Sublimity And Sanctity Has Thus Flashed Down From Heaven Into The Heart Of Every One That Lives.