"Where art thou going so fast, old year, Where art thou going so fast? There's a tremulous sigh in the midnight air, There are requiem whispers of wild despair - Chant they a dirge for the past, old year, The shadowy, vanished past?" - Mrs. C. I. Baker
"The world always makes the assumption that the exposure of an error is identical with the discovery of truth - that the error and truth are simply opposite. They are nothing of the sort. What the world turns to, when it is cured on one error, is usually simply another error, and maybe one worse than the first one." - H.L. Mencken