He had long been allied with a thinker who, with a low estimate of at least so much of human nature as ran counter to his purposes, yet believed with devoutness in the perfectibility of his species, and had of the future a large, calm, and noble vision.

If Lewis Rand had not Jefferson's equanimity, his sane and wise belief in the satisfying power of common daylight, common pleasures, all the common relations of daily life; if some strangeness in his nature thrilled to the meteor's flight, craved the exotic, responded to clashing and barbaric music, yet the two preached the same doctrine.

He believed in the doctrine, though he also believed that great men are not mastered by doctrine.

They made doctrine their servant, their useful slave of the lamp.

He knew--none better--that the genie might turn and rend; that there was always one last, one fatal thing that must not be asked.