The World Is Made Of Sugar And

The World Is Made Of Sugar And Dirt.

My Books, At Any Rate, Deserved To Be Burned.

The Cities Are The Principal Home And Seat Of The Human Group. They Are The Coral Colony For Man, The Collective Being.

Much Unhappiness Comes From Walking Alone. When There Are Several, It's Somewhat Different. I Must Get Into The Habit Of Listening To Others, For What The Others Say Concerns Me, Too.

And If You Ask Again Whether There Is Any Justice In The World, You'll Have To Be Satisfied With The Reply: Not For The Time Being; At Any Rate, Not Up To This Friday.