Silence Is The Only Voice Of Our

Appalling Is The Soul Of A Man! Better Might One Be Pushed Off Into The Material Spaces Beyond The Uttermost Orbit Of Our Sun, Than Once Feel Himself Fairly Afloat In Himself.

There Are Some Enterprises In Which A Careful Disorderliness Is The True Method.

We May Have Civilized Bodies And Yet Barbarous Souls.

To Produce A Mighty Book, You Must Choose A Mighty Theme.

The Profound Calm Which Only Apparently Precedes And Prophesies Of The Storm, Is Perhaps More Awful Than The Storm Itself; For Indeed, The Calm Is But The Wrapper And Envelop Of The Storm, And Contains It In Itself, As The Seemingly Harmless Rifle Holds The Fatal Powder, And The Ball, And The Explosion.