He knew that back of every thought and act were forces uncontrolled. He fought the creed, and loved the man. The religion of his day filled his heart with horror. Jehovah had no attribute that he could love. He was sincere.
Sincerity is the true and perfect mirror of the mind.
It reflects the honest thought. It is the foundation of character, and without it there is no moral grandeur. Sacred are the lips from which has issued only truth. Over all wealth, above all station, above the noble, the robed and crowned, rises the sincere man. Happy is the man who neither paints nor patches, veils nor veneers.