The Vices We Scoff At

A Man May Be In As Just Possession Of The Truth As Of A City, And Yet Be Forced To Surrender.

I Have Often Admired The Mystical Way Of Pythagoras, And The Secret Magick Of Numbers.

To Believe Only Possibilities Is Not Faith, But Mere Philosophy.

Men Have Lost Their Reason In Nothing So Much As Their Religion, Wherein Stones And Clouts Make Martyrs.

Yet Is Every Man His Greatest Enemy, And, As It Were, His Own Executioner.