There Are Depths In Man That Go

Is Not Every Meanest Day The Confluence Of Two Eternities?

In Books Lies The Soul Fo The Whole Past Time.

There Must Be A New World If There Is To Be Any World At All!... These Days Of Universal Death Must Be Days Of Universal New Birth, If The Ruin Is Not To Be Total And Final! It Is Time To Make The Dullest Man Consider; And Ask Himself, Whence He Came? Whither He Is Bound?

He Who Could Foresee Affairs Three Days In Advance Would Be Rich For Thousands Of Years.

Wise Man Was He Who Counselled That Speculation Should Have Free Course, And Look Fearlessly Towards All The Thirty-two Points Of The Compass, Whithersoever And Howsoever It Listed.