Reality, If Rightly Interpreted, Is Grander Than

Considering The Multitude Of Mortals That Handle The Pen In These Days, And Can Mostly Spell, And Write Without Glaring Violations Of Grammar, The Question Naturally Arises: How Is It, Then, That No Work Proceeds From Them, Bearing Any Stamp Of Authenticity And Permanence; Of Worth For More Than One Day?

A Man Protesting Against Error Is On The Way Towards Uniting Himself With All Men That Believe In Truth.

Worship Of A Hero Is Transcendent Admiration Of A Great Man.

Money, In Truth, Can Do Much, But It Cannot Do All. We Must Know The Province Of It, And Confine It There, And Even Spurn It Back When It Wishes To Get Farther.

Acorns Are Planted Silently By Some Unnoticed Breeze.