The World Is Ruled By Other People,

A Sophistical Rhetorician, Inebriated With The Exuberance Of His Own Verbosity, And Gifted With An Egotistical Imagination That Can At All Times Command An Interminable And Inconsistent Series Of Arguments To Malign An Opponent And To Glorify Himself.

We Make Our Own Fortune And Call It Destiny.

In The Hands Of A Genius, Engineering Turns To Magic, Philosophy Becomes Poetry, And Science Pure Imagination.

The Divine Right Of Kings May Have Been A Plea For Feeble Tyrants, But The Divine Right Of Government Is The Keystone Of Human Progress, And Without It Governments Sink Into Police, And A Nation Is Degraded Into A Mob.

What We Call The Heart Is A Nervous Sensation, Like Shyness, Which Gradually Disappears In Society. It Is Fervent In The Nursery, Strong In The Domestic Circle, Tumultuous At School.