Nine-tenths Of The Miseries And Vices Of

My Whinstone House My Castle Is, I Have My Own Four Walls.

Not Only Was Thebes Built By The Music Of An Orpheus; But Without The Music Of Some Inspired Orpheus Was No City Ever Built, No Work That Man Glories In Ever Done.

No Age Seemed The Age Of Romance To Itself.

Science Has Done Much For Us; But It Is A Poor Science That Would Hide From Us The Great Deep Sacred Infinitude Of Nescience, On Which All Science Swims As A Mere Superficial Film.

The Age Of Miracles Is Forever Here.