Ancestral Voices Prophesying War.

What Comes From The Heart Goes To The Heart

No Man Was Ever Yet A Great Poet, Without Being At The Same Time A Profound Philosopher. For Poetry Is The Blossom And The Fragrance Of All Human Knowledge, Human Thoughts, Human Passions, Emotions, Language.

And In Life's Noisiest Hour, There Whispers Still The Ceaseless Love Of Thee, The Heart's Self-solace And Soliloquy. You Mould My Hopes, You Fashion Me Within.

The Annals Of The French Revolution Prove That The Knowledge Of The Few Cannot Counteract The Ignorance Of The Many.... The Light Of Philosophy, When It Is Confined To A Small Minority, Points Out The Possessors As The Victims Rather Than The Illuminators Of The Multitude.

Shakespeare Knew The Human Mind, And Its Most Minute And Intimate Workings, And He Never Introduces A Word, Or A Thought, In Vain Or Out Of Place; If We Do Not Understand Him, It Is Our Own Fault.