Politicians. Little Tin Gods On Wheels.

The Masterless Man . . . Afflicted With The Magic Of The Necessary Words. . . . Words That May Become Alive And Walk Up And Down In The Hearts Of The Hearers.

One Learns More From A Good Scholar In A Rage Than From A Score Of Lucid And Laborious Drudges.

God Could Not Be Everywhere, And Therefore He Made Mothers.

The Wild Hawk To The Wind-swept Sky The Deer To The Wholesome Wold; And The Heart Of A Man To The Heart Of A Maid, As It Was In The Days Of Old.

It'is Like A Book, I Think, This Bloomin' World.