Old Tubal Cain Was A Man Of

There Is No Such Thing As Death. In Nature Nothing Dies. From Each Sad Remnant Of Decay, Some Forms Of Life Arise So Shall His Life Be Taken Away Before He Knoweth That He Hath It.

Men Of Thought And Men Of Action, Clear The Way!

Extraordinary Popular Delusions And The Madness Of Crowds

Truth . . . And If Mine Eyes Can Bear Its Blaze, And Trace Its Symmetries, Measure Its Distance, And Its Advent Wait, I Am No Prophet - I But Calculate.

There's A Fount About To Stream, There's A Light About To Beam, There's A Warmth About To Glow, There's A Flower About To Blow; There's A Midnight Blackness Changing Into Gray; Men Of Thought And Men Of Action, Clear The Way.