Our Thinking Is A Pious Reception.

Our Age Is Retrospective. It Builds The Sepulchres Of The Fathers. It Writes Biographies, Histories And Criticism.

Very Few Of Our Race Can Be Said To Be Yet Finished Men. We Still Carry Sticking To Us Some Remains Of The Preceding Inferior Quadruped Organization. We Call These Millions Men; But They Are Not Yet Men. Half-engaged In The Soil, Pawing To Get Free, Man Needs All The Music That Can Be Brought To Disengage Him.

In Order For One To Learn The Important Lessons Of Life, One Must First Overcome A Fear Each Day.

Let Us Answer A Book Of Ink With A Book Of Flesh And Blood.

The Genius Of Life Is Friendly To The Noble, And, In The Dark, Brings Them Friends From Far.