We Go By The Major Vote, And

Under The Sublime Law Of Progress, The Present Outgrows The Past. The Great Heart Of Humanity Is Heaving With The Hopes Of A Brighter Day. All The Higher Instincts Of Our Nature Prophesy Its Approach; And The Best Intellects Of The Race Are Struggling To Turn That Prophecy Into Fulfilment.

Willmott Has Very Tersely Said That Embellished Truths Are The Illuminated Alphabet Of Larger Children.

Some Languages Are Musical In Themselves, So That It Is Pleasant To Hear Any One Read Or Converse In Them, Even Though We Do Not Understand A Word That We Hear.... Others Are Full Of Growling, Snarling, Hissing Sounds, As Though Wild Beasts And Serpents Had First Taught The People To Speak.

To Know The Machine One Must Know Where Each Part Belongs, And What Its Office Is.

Lost, Yesterday, Somewhere Between Sunrise And Sunset, Two Golden Hours, Each Set With Sixty Diamond Minutes. No Reward Is Offered For They Are Gone Forever.