The Mob Has Nothing To Lose, Everything

Stones Are Mute Teachers; They Silence The Observer, And The Most Valuable Lesson We Learn From Them We Cannot Communicate.

Everything That We Call Invention Or Discovery In The Higher Sense Of The Word Is The Serious Exercise And Activity Of An Original Feeling For Truth, Which, After A Long Course Of Silent Cultivation, Suddenly Flashes Out Into Fruitful Knowledge.

Upon The Creatures We Have Made, We Are, Ourselves, At Last, Dependent.

Superstition Is Part Of The Poetry Of Life.

The Brilliant Passes, Like The Dew At Morn; The True Endures, For Ages Yet Unborn.