The Sea Drives Truth Into A Man

I'm Tired Of Love; I'm Still More Tired Of Rhyme; But Money Gives Me Pleasure All The Time.

The Restoration Of Property Would Be A Complicated, Arduous And Presumably A Lengthy Business; The Transformation Of A Capitalist Society Into A Communist One Needs Nothing But The Extension Of Existing Conditions.

Let Us Then Repeat And Firmly Fix This Main Point: The Evil, The Root Evil, Of That To Which The Term Capitalism Has Come To Be Applied, Is Neither Its Functioning For Profit Nor Its Dependence Upon Legally Protected Private Property; But The Presence Of A Proletariat, That Is Of Men Possessing Political Freedom, But Dispossessed Of Economic Freedom, And Existing In Such Large Numbers In Any Community As To Determine The Tone Of All That Community.

Dear Grandmamma, With What We Give. We Humbly Pray That You May Live. For Many, Many Happy Years: Although You Bore Us All To Tears.

How Slow The Shadow Creeps: But When 'tis Past How Fast The Shadows Fall. How Fast! How Fast!