All We Who Believe On

A Lie Is Like A Snowball: The Further You Roll It The Bigger It Becomes.

The Devil Can So Completely Assume The Human Form, When He Wants To Deceive Us, That We May Well Lie With What Seems To Be A Woman, Of Real Flesh And Blood, And Yet All The While 'tis Only The Devil In The Shape Of A Woman. 'tis The Same With Women, Who May Think That A Man Is In Bed With Them, Yet 'tis Only The Devil; And...the Result Of This Connection Is Oftentimes An Imp Of Darkness, Half Mortal, Half Devil.

The Multitude Of Books Is A Great Evil. There Is No Limit To This Fever For Writing; Every One Must Be An Author; Some Out Of Vanity, To Acquire Celebrity And Raise Up A Name, Others For The Sake Of Mere Gain.

A Man Would Have To Be An Idiot To Write A Book Of Laws For An Apple Tree Telling It To Bear Apples And Not Thorns, Seeing That The Apple-tree Will Do It Naturally And Far Better Than Any Laws Or Teaching Can Prescribe.

The Winds Are Nothing Else But Good Or Bad Spirits. Hark! How The Devil Is Puffing And Blowing.