Every age has its peculiar folly: Some scheme, project, or fantasy into which it plunges, spurred on by the love of gain, the necessity of excitement, or the force of imitation.

But the sunshine aye shall light the sky, As round and round we run; And the truth shall ever come uppermost, And justice shall be done.

Of all the offspring of Time, Error is the most ancient, and is so old and familiar an acquaintance, that Truth, when discovered, comes upon most of us like an intruder, and meets the intruder's welcome.

Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.

An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.

Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds

Old Tubal Cain was a man of might In the days when earth was young.