Man Is God By His Faculty For

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.

I Love The People Because I Believe In God. For, If I Did Not Believe In God, What Would The People Be To Me? I Should Enjoy At Ease That Lucky Throw Of The Dice, Which Chance Had Turned Up For Me, The Day Of My Birth; And, With A Secret, Savage Joy, I Should Say, "so Much The Worse For The Losers!--the World Is A Lottery. Woe To The Conquered!

If One Had But A Single Glance To Give The World, One Should Gaze On Istanbul.

And When Night, Guiding Her Bright Train Of Stars, Throws O'er The Sleeping World Her Gloomy Veil, Lonely Amidst The Desert And The Darkness, Musing Upon The Night's Calm Majesty; Wrapt Up In Quietness, With Shade And Silence, My Soul More Closely Worshippeth Thy Presence; With An Internal Day I Feel Enlighten'd, And Hear A Voice, Which Biddeth Me To Hope.

Silence,--the Applause Of Real And Durable Impressions.