There is no Heav'en, there is no Hell; these be the dreams of baby minds, Tools of the wily Fetisheer, to 'fright the fools his cunning blinds. Learn from the mighty Spi'rits of old to set thy foot on Heav'en and Hell; In Life to find thy hell and heav'en as thou abuse or use it well.
Richard Francis Burton
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Th' immortal mind of mortal man! We hear yon loud-lunged Zealot cry; Whose mind but means his sum of thought, an essence of atomic I. Thought is the work of brain and nerve, in small-skulled idiot poor and mean; In sickness sick, in sleep asleep, and dead when Death lets drop the scene.
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Man worships self: his God is Man; the struggling of the mortal mind To form its model as 'twould be, the perfect of itself to find.
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