Fame Has Only The Span Of The

Genius Scorns The Power Of Gold: It Is Wrong. Gold Is The War-scythe On Its Chariot, Which Mows Down The Millions Of Its Foes, And Gives Free Passage To The Sun-coursers With Which It Leaves Those Heavenly Fields Of Light For The Gross Battlefields Of Earth.

[on Christianity:] Its Lip-service And Its Empty Rites Have Made It The Easiest Of All Tasks For The Usurer To Cloak His Cruelties, The Miser To Hide His Avarice, The Lawyer To Condone His Lies, The Sinner Of All Social Sins To Purchase The Social Immunity From Them By Outward Deference To Churches.

Youth Without Faith Is A Day Without Sun.

It Is Quite Easy For Stupid People To Be Happy; They Believe In Fables, And They Trot On In A Beaten Track Like A Horse On A Tramway.

Honor Is An Old-world Thing; But It Smells Sweet To Those In Whose Hand It Is Strong.