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Preach The Blessings Of Our Deeply Incorporated Civilization By The Mouths Of Our Eight-inch Guns.

If Ever The Public Was Betrayed By Its Press, It's Ours.

It Is The Curse Of Prosperity That It Takes Work Away From Us, And Shuts That Door To Hope And Health Of Spirit.

The Wars Come And Go In Blood And Tears; But Whether They Are Bad Wars, Or What Are Comically Called Good Wars, They Are Of One Effect In Death And Sorrow.

Each One Of Us Must Suffer Long To Himself Before He Can Learn That He Is But One In A Great Community Of Wretchedness Which Has Been Pitilessly Repeating Itself From The Foundation Of The World.