The Praise Of A Fool Is Incense

The Feathered Arrow Of Satire Has Oft Been Wet With The Heart's Blood Of Its Victims.

You Know, All Is Development. The Principle Is Perpetually Going On. First, There Was Nothing, Then There Was Something; Then-i Forget The Next-i Think There Were Shells, Then Fishes; Then We Came-let Me See-did We Come Next? Never Mind That; We Came At Last. And At The Next Change There Will Be Something Very Superior To Us-something With Wings. Ah! That's It: We Were Fishes, And I Believe We Shall Be Crows.

We Live In An Age When To Be Young And To Be Indifferent Can Be No Longer Synonymous. We Must Prepare For The Coming Hour. The Claims Of The Future Are Represented By Suffering Millions; And The Youth Of A Nation Are The Trustees Of Posterity.

Luck Is What A Capricious Man Believes In.

If You Want To Be A Leader Of People, You Must Learn To Watch Events.