Woe To Him, . . . Who

It Is The Heart Always That Sees, Before The Head Can See.

This World, After All Our Science And Sciences, Is Still A Miracle; Wonderful, Inscrutable, Magical And More, To Whosoever Will Think Of It.

Lies Exist Only To Be Extinguished.

It Is The First Of All Problems For A Man To Find Out What Kind Of Work He Is To Do In This Universe.

Scarcely Two Hundred Years Back Can Fame Recollect Articulately At All; And There She But Maunders And Mumbles.