There Is Endless Merit In A Man's

Time Is The Silent, Never-resting Thing ... Rolling, Rushing On, Swift, Silent, Like An All-embracing Oceantide, On Which We And All The Universe Swim.

Not What I Have, But What I Do Is My Kingdom.

Nature Is The Time-vesture Of God That Reveals Him To The Wise, And Hides Him From The Foolish.

The Press Is The Fourth Estate Of The Realm.

Who Is There That, In Logical Words, Can Express The Effect Music Has On Us?