Every Age Has Its Peculiar Folly: Some

Truth . . . And If Mine Eyes Can Bear Its Blaze, And Trace Its Symmetries, Measure Its Distance, And Its Advent Wait, I Am No Prophet - I But Calculate.

Of All The Offspring Of Time, Error Is The Most Ancient, And Is So Old And Familiar An Acquaintance, That Truth, When Discovered, Comes Upon Most Of Us Like An Intruder, And Meets The Intruder's Welcome.

War In Men's Eyes Shall Be A Monster Of Iniquity In The Good Time Coming. Nations Shall Not Quarrel Then, To Prove Which Is The Stronger; Nor Slaughter Men For Glory's Sake; - Wait A Little Longer.

Some Love To Roam O'er The Dark Sea's Foam, Where The Shrill Winds Whistle Free.

Nations, Like Individuals, Cannot Become Desperate Gamblers With Impunity. Punishment Is Sure To Overtake Them Sooner Or Later.