Socialism Is Like A Dream. Sooner Or

At The Depths Of That Dusty Soul There Is Nothing But Abject Surrender.

A Little Mouse Of Thought Appears In The Room, And Even The Mightiest Potentates Are Thrown Into Panic. They Make Frantic Efforts To Bar Our Thoughts And Words; They Are Afraid Of The Workings Of The Human Mind.

All Babies Look Like Me. But Then, I Look Like All Babies.

I Feel Devoutly Thankful To Have Been Born Fond Of Writing.

Free Speech Carries With It The Evil Of All Foolish, Unpleasant Venomous Things That Are Said But, On The Whole, We Would Rather Lump Them Than Do Away With Them.