The Heroic Soul Does Not Sell Its

Keep Cool: It Will Be All One A Hundred Years Hence.

Truth Is Always Present; It Only Needs To Lift The Iron Lids Of The Mind's Eye To Read Its Oracles.

The Sun Shines And Warms And Lights Us And We Have No Curiosity To Know Why This Is So; But We Ask The Reason Of All Evil, Of Pain, And Hunger, And Mosquitoes And Silly People.

Inaction Is Cowardice, But There Can Be No Scholar Without The Heroic Mind.

No Facts To Me Are Sacred; None Are Profane.