Time Itself Comes In Drops.

The Power To Move The World Is In The Subconcious Mind

What Excites And Interests The Looker-on At Life, What The Romances And The Statues Celebrate, And The Grim Civic Monuments Remind Us Of, Is The Everlasting Battle Of The Powers Of Light With Those Of Darkness; With Heroism Reduced To Its Bare Chance, Yet Ever And Anon Snatching Victory From The Jaws Of Death.

A Man With No Philosophy In Him Is The Most Inauspicious And Unprofitable Of All Possible Social Mates.

Every Way Of Classifying A Thing Is But A Way Of Handling It For Some Particular Purpose.

Democracy Is Still Upon Its Trial. The Civic Genius Of Our People Is Its Only Bulwark.