It Is But The Littleness Of Man

Let Me Make The Newspapers, And I Care Not What Is Preached In The Pulpit Or What Is Enacted In Congress

Freedom To Preach Was First Gained, Dragging In Its Train Freedom To Print.

The Work Resembles A Breech Delivery-one Which Is Expressed In Rhythmic Lurches, Stabs Of Phrase And Vocal Ornamentation Designed To Express Agitation Rather Than Decorative Grace.

Health Lies In Labor, And There Is No Royal Road To It But Through Toil.

Truth Is One Forever Absolute, But Opinion Is Truth Filtered Through The Moods, The Blood, The Disposition Of The Spectator.