In Our Wide World There Is But

History Is A Mighty Dramos, Enacted Upon The Theatre Of Times, With Suns For Lamps And Eternity For A Background.

Great Is Journalism. Is Not Every Able Editor A Ruler Of The World, Being The Persuader Of It?

The Barrenest Of All Mortals Is The Sentimentalist.

The Errors Of A Wise Man Are Literally More Instructive Than The Truths Of A Fool. The Wise Man Travels In Lofty, Far-seeing Regions; The Fool In Low-lying, High-fenced Lanes; Retracing The Footsteps Of The Former, To Discover Where He Diviated, Whole Provinces Of The Universe Are Laid Open To Us; In The Path Of The Latter, Granting Even That He Has Not Deviated At All, Little Is Laid Open To Us But Two Wheel-ruts And Two Hedges.

If You Look Deep Enough You Will See Music; The Heart Of Nature Being Everywhere Music.