A Society Of Atheists Would

To Have Fame Follow Us Is Well, But It Is Not A Desirable Avant-courier.

Death Unites As Well As Separates; It Silences All Paltry Feeling.

No Hawk Swooping Down Upon His Prey, No Stag Improvising New Detours By Which To Trick The Huntsman, No Dog Scenting Game From Afar Is Comparable In Speed To The Celerity Of A Salesman When He Gets Wind A Deal, To His Skill In Tripping Up Or Forestalling A Rival, And To The Art With Which He Sniffs Out And Discovers A Possible Sale.

Do You Know How A Man Makes His Way Here? By Brilliant Genius Or By Skilful Corruption. You Must Either Cut Your Way Through These Masses Of Men Like A Cannon Ball, Or Steal Among Them Like A Plague.

The Endless Legacy Of The Past To The Present Is The Secret Source Of Human Genius.