Half Of Tradition Is A Lie.

If I Am Going To Be Drowned – If I Am Going To Be Drowned – If I Am Going To Be Drowned, Why In The Name Of The Seven Mad Gods Who Rule The Sea, Was I Allowed To Come Thus Far And Contemplate Land And Trees?

There Were Many Who Went In Huddled Procession,they Knew Not Wither,but, At Any Rate, Success Or Calamitywould Attend All In Equality.there Was One Who Sought A New Road,he Went Into Direful Thickets,and Ultimately He Died Thus, Alone;but They Said He Had Courage.

A Man With A Full Stomach And The Respect Of His Fellows Had No Business To Scold About Anything That He Might Think To Be Wrong In The Ways Of The Universe, Or Even With The Ways Of Society. Let The Unfortunates Rail; The Others May Play Marbles.

Let Me Into The Darkness Again.

It Perhaps Might Be Said--if Any One Dared--that The Most Worthless Literature Of The World Has Been That Which Has Been Written By The Men Of One Nation Concerning The Men Of Another.