Vanity Plays Lurid Tricks With Our Memory.

The Air Of The New World Seems Favorable To The Art Of Declamation.

We Can Never Cease To Be Ourselves.

We Penetrated Deeper And Deeper Into The Heart Of Darkness

My Task, Which I Am Trying To Achieve Is, By The Power Of The Written Word, To Make You Hear, To Make You Feel--it Is, Before All, To Make You See.

Egoism , Which Is The Moving Force Of The World, And Altruism , Which Is Its Morality , These Two Contradictory Instincts , Of Which One Is So Plain And The Other So Mysterious, Cannot Serve Us Unless In The Incomprehensible Alliance Of Their Irreconcilable Antagonism.