If I Had A Formula For Bypassing

Our Test Of Truth Is A Reference To Either A Present Or Imagined Future Majority In Favour Of Our View.

There Is No Time Like The Old Time, When You And I Were Young!

A Word Is Not A Crystal, Transparent And Unchanged; It Is The Skin Of A Living Thought And May Vary Greatly In Color And Content According To The Circumstances And Time In Which It Is Used.

While We've Youth In Our Hearts, We Can Never Grow Old.

These Are The Hands Whose Sturdy Labor Brings The Peasant's Food, The Golden Pomp Of Kings; This Is The Page Whose Letters Shall Be Seen, Changed By The Sun To Words Of Living Green; This Is The Scholar Whose Immortal Penspells The First Lesson Hunger Taught To Men; These Are The Lines That Heaven-commanded Toil Shows On His Deed, - The Charter Of The Soil!