Sad Is His Lot, Who, Once At

Time Is A Great Ocean Which, Like The Other Ocean, Overflows With Our Remains.

It Is For Truth That God Created Genius.

Let Us Enjoy The Fugitive Hour. Man Has No Harbor, Time Has No Shore; It Rushes On, And Carries Us With It.

Radicalism Is But The Desperation Of Logic.

Before This Century Shall Run Out, Journalism Will Be The Whole Press. Mankind Will Write Their Book Day By Day, Hour By Hour, Page By Page. Thought Will Spread Abroad With The Rapidity Of Light--instantly Conceived, Instantly Written, Instantly Understood At The Extremities Of The Earth.