We are no longer in the dispensation of age and experience. We are in the era of knowledge and information. Information leads a true leader and a true leader leads others.

Every epoch has its character determined by the way its population re-act to the material events which they encounter.

Each age has its choice of the death it will die.

The altar cloth of one aeon is the doormat of the next.

Every epoch, under names more or less specious, has deified its peculiar errors.

These are the times that try men's souls.

All thoughts are always ready, potentially if not actually. Each age selects and assimilates the philosophy that is most apt for its wants.

At each epoch of history the world was in a hopeless state, and at each epoch of history the world muddled through; at each epoch the world was lost, and at each epoch it was saved.

Every age has a keyhole to which its eye is pasted.

In history as it comes to be written, there is usually some Spirit of the Age which historians can define, but the shape of things is seldom so clear to those who live them. To most thoughtful men it has generally seemed that theirs was an Age of Confusion.

If it is the great delusion of moralists to suppose that all previous ages were less sinful than their own, then it is the great delusion of intellectuals to suppose that all previous ages were less sick.

Every age thinks its battle the most important of all.

The times, the age what is that, but a few profound persons and a few active persons who epitomize the times?

How strange it is that we of the present day are constantly praising that past age which our fathers abused, and as constantly abusing that present age, which our children will praise.

The good old times-all times when old are good- Are gone.

Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.

Tis hard to find a whole age to imitate, or what century to propose for example.

Every age has its pleasures, its style of wit, and its own ways.

Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does.

In every age the good old days were a myth. No one ever thought they were good at the time. For every age has consisted of crises that seemed intolerable to the people who lived through them.