This Strange Disease Of Modern Life, With

Ah Love, Let Us Be True To One Another, Which Seems To Lie Before Us Like A Land Of Dreams; So Various, So Beautiful, So New, Hath Really Neither Joy Nor Love Nor Life.

Fortime, Not Corydon, Hath Conquered Thee.

Man Errs Not That He Deems His Welfare His True Aim, He Errs Because He Dreams The World Does But Exist That Welfare To Bestow.

And Amongst Us One, Who Most Has Suffer'd, Takes Dejectedly His Seat Upon The Intellectual Throne.

Greatness Is A Spiritual Condition Worthy To Excite Love, Interest, And Admiration; And The Outward Proof Of Possessing Greatness Is That We Excite Love, Interest, And Admiration.