The Goal Of Yesterday Will

Armed Soldier, Terrible As Death, Relentless As Doom; Doing God's Judgement On The Enemies Of God. It Is A Phenomenon Not Of Joyful Nature; No, But Of Awful, To Be Looked At With Pious Terror And Awe.

Neither Had Watt Of The Steam Engine A Heroic Origin, Any Kindred With The Princes Of This World. The Princes Of This World Were Shooting Their Partridges... While This Man With Blackened Fingers, With Grim Brow, Was Searching Out, In His Workshop, The Fire-secret.

Not One False Man But Doth Uncountable Evil.

For Every One Hundred Men Who Can Stand Adversity There Is Only One Who Can Withstand Prosperity.

Self-contemplation Is Infallibly The Symptom Of Disease.