Language Grows Out Of Life, Out Of

The Great War Proved How Confused The World Is. Depression Is Proving It Again.

Our Material Eye Cannot See That A Stupid Chauvinism Is Driving Us From One Noisy, Destructive, Futile Agitation To Another.

You Cannot Touch The Clouds, You Know; But You Feel The Rain And Know How Glad The Flowers And The Thirsty Earth Are To Have It After A Hot Day. You Cannot Touch Love Either; But You Feel The Sweetness That It Pours Into Everything. Without Love You Would Not Be Happy Or Want To Play.

People Seldom See The Halting And Painful Steps By Which The Most Insignificant Success Is Achieved.

We Imagine That We Want To Escape Our Selfish And Commonplace Existence, But We Cling Desperately To Our Chains.