Bald As The Bare Mountain

A Wanderer Is Man From His Birth. He Was Born In A Ship On The Breast Of The River Of Time.

Have Something To Say, And Say It As Clearly As You Can. That Is The Only Secret.

The "hairy Quadruped Furnished With A Tail And, Pointed Ears, Probably Arboreal In His Habits," This Good Fellow Carried Hidden In His Nature, Apparently, Something Destined To Develop Into A Necessity For Humane Letters.

All The Live Murmur Of A Summer's Day.

For Science, God Is Simply The Stream Of Tendency By Which All Things Seek To Fulfill The Law Of Their Being.