Men Of Thought And Men Of Action,

Tell Me, Ye Wingèd Winds That Round My Pathway Roar, Know Ye Not Some Spot Where Mortals Weep No More?

In Reading The History Of Nations, We Find That, Like Individuals, They Have Their Whims And Their Peculiarities, Their Seasons Of Excitement And Recklessness, When They Care Not What They Do. We Find That Whole Communities Suddenly Fix Their Minds Upon One Object And Go Mad In Its Pursuit; That Millions Of People Become Simultaneously Impressed With One Delusion, And Run After It, Till Their Attention Is Caught By Some New Folly More Captivating Than The First.

Extraordinary Popular Delusions And The Madness Of Crowds

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

Men Of Thought And Men Of Action, Clear The Way!