A Man's Got To Work For More

Humanity Has A Strange Fondness For Following Processions. Get Four Men Following A Banner Down The Street, And, If That Banner Is Inscribed With Rhymes Of Pleasant Optimism, In An Hour, All The Town Will Be Afoot, Ready To March To Whatever Tune The Leaders Care To Play.

Why, Lies Are Like A Sticky Juice Overspreading The World, A Living, Growing Flypaper To Catch And Gum The Wings Of Every Human Soul. . . And The Little Helpless Buzzings Of Honest, Liberal, Kindly People, Aren't They Like The Thin Little Noise Flies Make When They're Caught?

Man Seems To Be An Animal Whose Capacity For Lies Is Only Equalled By His Credulity; It Does No Good To Let Battalions Of Cats Outof Bags, To Produce Whole Harems Of Naked Facts, People Eat The Same Three Meals Daily Deception, And Are Always Ready To Turn With Fury Upon The Purveyors Of Bagless Cats And Facts Undraped. Probably Their Instinct Is Wise. Who Knows?

In The Last Twenty-five Years A Change Has Come Over The Visual Habits Of Americans . . . From Being A Wordminded People We Are Becoming An Eyeminded People.

Life Is To Be Used, Not Just Held In The Hand Like A Box Of Bonbons That Nobody Eats.