The Kingdom Of Music Is Not The

All Men Are Equal — All Men, That Is To Say, Who Possess Umbrellas.

Railway Termini Are Our Gates To The Glorious And The Unknown

Do You Suppose There's Any Difference Between Spring In Nature And Spring In Man? But There We Go, Praising The One And Condemning The Other As Improper, Ashamed That The Same Laws Work Eternally Through Both.

My Conviction Gains Infinitely The Moment Another Soul Will Believe In It.

We Are Willing Enough To Praise Freedom When She Is Safely Tucked Away In The Past And Cannot Be A Nuisance. In The Present, Amidst Dangers Whose Outcome We Cannot Foresee, We Get Nervous About Her, And Admit Censorship.