Time Flies Over Us, But Leaves Its

And There I Sat, Long Long Ago, Waiting For The World To Know Me.

A Writer Of Story Books! What Kind Of Business In Life-what Mode Of Glorifying God, Or Being Serviceable To Mankind In His Day And Generation-may That Be? Why, The Degenerate Fellow Might As Well Have Been A Fiddler!

Dream Strange Things And Make Them Look Like Truth.

Technologies Of Easy Travel Give Us Wings; They Annihilate The Toil And Dust Of Pilgrimage; They Spiritualize Travel! Transition Being So Facile, What Can Be Any Man's Inducement To Tarry In One Spot?

Echo Is The Voice Of A Reflection In A Mirror.