The scandalous bronze-lacquer age of hungry animalisms, spiritual impotences, and mendacities, will have to run its course, till the pit follow it.
The age of miracles is forever here.
A word spoken in season, at the right moment; is the mother of ages.
No age seemed the age of romance to itself.
Misery which, through long ages, had no spokesman, no helper, will now be its own helper and speak for itself.