The Man Who Suspects His Own Tediousness

O Harp Of Life, So Speedily Unstrung!

The Possession Of Gold Has Ruined Fewer Men Than The Lack Of It.

At The Beginning Of The Twentieth Century Barbarism Can Throw Off Its Gentle Disguise, And Burn A Man At The Stake As Complacently As In The Middle Ages.

The Man Who Suspects His Own Tediousness Is Yet To Be Born.

Civilization Is The Lamb's Skin In Which Barbarism Masquerades.