After Silence, That Which Comes Nearest To

Parodies And Caricatures Are The Most Penetrating Of Criticisms.

Today We Are Faced, I Think, With The Approach Of What May Be Called The Ultimate Revolution, The Final Revolution, Where Man Can Act Directly On The Mind-body Of His Fellows.

Good Is That Which Makes For Unity. Evil Is That Which Makes For Separateness.

The Humanity Of Men And Women Is Inversely Proportional To Their Numbers. A Crowd Is No More Human Than An Avalanche Or A Whirlwind. A Rabble Of Men And Women Stands Lower In The Scale Of Moral And Intellectual Being Than A Herd Of Swine Or Of Jackals.

[i Am Not] The Captain Of My Soul; I Am Only Its Noisiest Passenger.