New Conditions Of Life Will Stimulate Thought

Against The Windows The Storm Comes Dashing, Through Tattered Foliage The Hail Tears Crashing, The Blue Lightning Flashes, The Rapid Hail Clashes... The Thunder Is Rumbling And Crashing And Crumbling.

This Goin' Ware Glory Waits Ye Haint One Agreeable Feetur.

The Path Of Nature Is, Indeed, A Narrow One, And It Is Only The Immortals That Seek It, And, When They Find It, Do Not Find Themselves Cramped Therein.

To Put More Faith In Lies And Hate Than Truth And Love, Is The True Atheism.

He Mastered Whatever Was Not Worth The Knowing.