And We Forget Because We Must And

This Strange Disease Of Modern Life, With Its Sick Hurry, Its Divided Aims.

How Many Minds--almost All The Great Ones--were Formed In Secrecy And Solitude!

Philistine Must Have Originally Meant, In The Mind Of Those Who Invented The Nickname, A Strong, Dogged, Unenlightened Opponent Of The Chosen People, Of The Children Of The Light.

Time, So Complain'd Of, Who To No One Man Shows Partiality, Brings Round To All Men Some Undimm'd Hours.

A Wanderer Is Man From His Birth. He Was Born In A Ship On The Breast Of The River Of Time.