To The Man Whose Senses Are Alive

Everyman, When He Gets Quiet, When He Becomes Desperately Honest With Himself, Is Capable Of Uttering Profound Truths.

Every Man With A Bellyful Of The Classics Is An Enemy To The Human Race.

How Different The New Order Would Be If We Could Consult The Veteran Instead Of The Politician.

The World Isn't Kept Running Because It's A Paying Proposition. (god Doesn't Make A Cent On The Deal.) The World Goes On Because A Few Men In Every Generation Believe In It Utterly, Accept It Unquestioningly; They Underwrite It With Their Lives.

The Cancer Of Time Is Eating Us Away