I Am Too Sick To Be Out

Great Grief Makes Sacred Those Upon Whom Its Hand Is Laid. Joy May Elevate, Ambition Glorify, But Sorrow Alone Can Consecrate.

Nine-tenths Of The World Is Entertained By Scandalous Rumors, Which Are Never Dissected Until They Are Dead And, When Pricked, Collapse Like An Empty Bladder.

Talent Without Tact Is Only Half Talent.

While Boasting Of Our Noble Deeds We're Careful To Conceal The Ugly Fact That By An Iniquitous Money System We Have Nationalized A System Of Oppression Which, Though More Refined, Is Not Less Cruel Than The Old System Of Chattel Slavery.

Where Labor Stands Idle ... There Is A Demonstrated Deficiency, Not Of Capital, But Of Brains.