But The Sunshine Aye Shall Light The

There's A Fount About To Stream, There's A Light About To Beam, There's A Warmth About To Glow, There's A Flower About To Blow; There's A Midnight Blackness Changing Into Gray; Men Of Thought And Men Of Action, Clear The Way.

Extraordinary Popular Delusions And The Madness Of Crowds

In Reading The History Of Nations, We Find That, Like Individuals, They Have Their Whims And Their Peculiarities, Their Seasons Of Excitement And Recklessness, When They Care Not What They Do. We Find That Whole Communities Suddenly Fix Their Minds Upon One Object And Go Mad In Its Pursuit; That Millions Of People Become Simultaneously Impressed With One Delusion, And Run After It, Till Their Attention Is Caught By Some New Folly More Captivating Than The First.

Every Age Has Its Peculiar Folly: Some Scheme, Project, Or Fantasy Into Which It Plunges, Spurred On By The Love Of Gain, The Necessity Of Excitement, Or The Force Of Imitation.

War In Men's Eyes Shall Be A Monster Of Iniquity In The Good Time Coming. Nations Shall Not Quarrel Then, To Prove Which Is The Stronger; Nor Slaughter Men For Glory's Sake; - Wait A Little Longer.