dusty documents, catch a few dull words from the phrasing of long thoughts, and will tell you, these are facts!
Wise men read books—the books of Nature and the books of men—and say, facts are well enough, but oh for the right understanding!
For between sunrise and sunset, between the dusk of evening and the dusk of dawn, things happen that will never happen again; and the world of to-day is ever a world of yesterdays and to-morrows.
Reader, I lift my torch, and by its dim light I bid you follow me.
For it is a long journey we have to make through the night of the past. Many an encumbrance of four and a half centuries we shall have to lay aside ere we reach the treasure-house of Dürer's Art.
From the steps of Kaiser Wilhelm II.'s throne we must hasten through the ages to Kaiser Maximilian's city, Nuremberg—
