In Employing Fiction To Make Truth Clear

A Man Who Should Act, For One Day, On The Supposition That All The People About Him Were Influenced By The Religion Which They Professed Would Find Himself Ruined By Night.

The Church Is The Handmaid Of Tyranny And The Steady Enemy Of Liberty.

Our Judgment Ripens; Our Imagination Decays. We Cannot At Once Enjoy The Flowers Of The Spring Of Life And The Fruits Of Its Autumn.

To That Class We May Leave It To Refine The Vernacular Dialects Of The Country, To Enrich Those Dialects With Terms Of Science Borrowed From The Western Nomenclature, And To Render Them By Degrees Fit Vehicles For Conveying Knowledge To The Great Mass Of The Population.

Turn Where We May, Within, Around, The Voice Of Great Events Is Proclaiming To Us, Reform, That You May Preserve!