History Is A Great Dust Heap.

Great Souls Are Always Loyally Submissive, Reverent To What Is Over Them: Only Small Mean Souls Are Otherwise.

No Ghost Was Every Seen By Two Pair Of Eyes.

It Is A Vain Hope To Make People Happy By Politics.

Nay, In Every Epoch Of The World, The Great Event, Parent Of All Others, Is It Not The Arrival Of A Thinker In The World?

The Age Of Miracles Is Forever Here.