Nature Alone Is Antique, And The Oldest

A Heavenly Awe Overshadowed And Encompassed, As It Still Ought, And Must, All Earthly Business Whatsoever.

The Leafy Blossoming Present Time Springs From The Whole Past, Remembered And Unrememberable.

No Great Man Lives In Vain. The History Of The World Is But The Biography Of Great Men.

No Mortal Has A Right To Wag His Tongue, Much Less To Wag His Pen, Without Saying Something.

Consider In Fact, A Body Of Six Hundred And Fifty-eight Miscellaneous Persons, Set To Consult About "business," With Twenty-seven Millions, Mostly Fools, Assiduously Listening To Them, And Checking And Criticising Them. Was There Ever, Since The World Began, Will There Ever Be Till The World End, Any "business" Accomplished In These Circumstances?