Society Is Founded On Hero-worship.

I Know So Little About Any History. How Little Do I Know Even About The History Of Myself.

The English Are A Dumb People. They Can Do Great Acts, But Not Describe Them.

All Work, Even Cotton-spinning, Is Noble; Work Is Alone Noble.

The Age Of Miracles Is Forever Here.

Heroes Have Gone Out; Quacks Have Come In; The Reign Of Quacks Has Not Ended With The Nineteenth Century. The Sceptre Is Held With A Firmer Grasp; The Empire Has A Wider Boundary. We Are All The Slaves Of Quackery In One Shape Or Another. Indeed, One Portion Of Our Being Is Always Playing The Successful Quack To The Other.