The World Is Like A Board With

The Real Essence, The Internal Qualities, And Constitution Of Even The Meanest Object, Is Hid From Our View; Something There Is Inevery Drop Of Water, Every Grain Of Sand, Which It Is Beyond The Power Of Human Understanding To Fathom Or Comprehend. But It Is Evidentthat We Are Influenced By False Principles To That Degree As To Mistrust Our Senses, And Think We Know Nothing Of Those Things Which We Perfectly Comprehend.

Atheism ... That Bugbear Of Women And Fools ... Is The Very Top And Perfection Of Free-thinking. It Is The Grand Arcanum To Which A True Genius Naturally Riseth, By A Certain Climax Or Gradation Of Thought, And Without Which He Can Never Possess His Soul In Absolute Liberty And Repose.

Westward The Course Of Empire Takes Its Way; The Four First Acts Already Past, A Fifth Shall Close The Drama With The Day: Time's Noblest Offspring Is The Last.

That Thing Of Hell And Eternal Punishment Is The Most Absurd, As Well As The Most Disagreeable Thought That Ever Entered Into The Head Of Mortal Man.

We Have First Raised A Dust And Then Complain We Cannot See.