All Of Life Is A Dispute Over

A Man Who Has Depths In His Shame Meets His Destiny And His Delicate Decisions Upon Paths Which Few Ever Reach . . .

Everything The State Says Is A Lie, And Everything It Has It Has Stolen.

The Surest Sign Of The Estrangement Of The Opinions Of Two Persons Is When They Both Say Something Ironical To Each Other And Neither Of Them Feels The Irony.

The Machine Is Impersonal, It Takes The Pride Away From A Piece Of Work, The Individual Merits And Defects That Go Along With Allwork That Is Not Done By A Machine--which Is To Say, Its Little Bit Of Humanity.

To Call A Thing Good Not A Day Longer Than It Appears To Us Good, And Above All Not A Day Earlier - That Is The Only Way To Keep Joy Pure.