Energy Had Fastened Upon Her Like A

Nations Decay From Within More Often Than They Surrender To Outward Assault.

And Where Was Happiness If It Sprung Not From The Soil? Where Contentment If It Dwelt Not Near To Nature?

The Government's Like A Mule, It's Slow And It's Sure; It's Slow To Turn, And It's Sure To Turn The Way You Don't Want It.

What I Hated Even More Than The Conflict Was The Lurid Spectacle Of A World Of Unreason.

I Revolted From Sentimentality, Less Because It Was False Than Because It Was Cruel.