The Louder He Talked Of

There Is Properly No History, Only Biography.

When It Is Darkest, We Can See The Stars.

Invention Breeds Invention. No Sooner Is The Electric Telegraph Devised Than Gutta-percha, The Very Material It Requires, Is Found. The Aeronaut Is Provided With Gun-cotton, The Very Fuel He Wants For His Balloon.

Sanity Is Very Rare; Every Man Almost And Every Woman Has A Dash Of Madness.

The Sky Is The Ultimate Art Gallery Just Above Us.