Man Became Free When He Recognized That

There Is Hardly An Absurdity Of The Past That Cannot Be Found Flourishing Somewhere In The Present.

Forced To Choose, The Poor, Like The Rich, Love Money More Than Political Liberty; And The Only Political Freedom Capable Of Enduring Is One That Is So Pruned As To Keep The Rich From Denuding The Poor By Ability Or Subtlety And The Poor From Robbing The Rich By Violence Or Votes.

We Are Living In The Excesses Of Freedom. Just Take A Look At 42nd Street And Broadway.

Grow Strong, My Comrade … That You May Stand Unshaken When I Fall; That I May Know The Shattered Fragments Of My Song Will Come At Last To Finer Melody In You; That I May Tell My Heart That You Begin Where Passing I Leave Off, And Fathom More.

Every Vice Was Once A Virtue, And May Become Respectable Again, Just As Hatred Becomes Respectable In Wartime.