The King Is The Man Who Can.

The Tragedy Of Life Is Not So Much What Men Suffer, But Rather What They Miss.

Great Is Journalism. Is Not Every Able Editor A Ruler Of The World, Being The Persuader Of It?

The Eye Sees What It Brings The Power To See.

Heroes Have Gone Out; Quacks Have Come In; The Reign Of Quacks Has Not Ended With The Nineteenth Century. The Sceptre Is Held With A Firmer Grasp; The Empire Has A Wider Boundary. We Are All The Slaves Of Quackery In One Shape Or Another. Indeed, One Portion Of Our Being Is Always Playing The Successful Quack To The Other.

A Well-written Life Is Almost As Rare As A Well-spent One.