I Am A Sundial, And I Make

In Soft Deluding Lies Let Fools Delight. A Shadow Marks Our Days, Which End In Night.

Political Freedom Without Economic Freedom Is Almost Worthless, And It Is Because The Modern Proletariat Has The One Kind Of Freedom Without The Other That Its Rebellion Is Now Threatening The Very Structure Of The Modern World.

The Grace Of God Is Courtesy.

The Microbe Is So Very Small You Cannot Make Him Out At All, But Many Sanguine People Hope To See Him Through A Microscope.

Writing Itself Is A Bad Enough Trade, Rightly Held Up To Ridicule And Contempt By The Greater Part Of Mankind, And Especially By Those Who Do Real Work, Plowing, Riding, Sailing