Humanism Is The Creed Of Those Who

It Isnot Good Enough Tospend Time And Ink Indescribing The Penultimate Sensations And Physical Movements Of People Getting Into A State Of Rut, We All Know Them So Well.

The Young Man Who, At The End Of September, 1924, Dismounted From A Taxicab In South Square, Westminster, Was So Unobtrusively American That His Driver Had Some Hesitation In Asking For Double His Fare. The Young Man Had No Hesitation In Refusing It.

Early Morning Does Not Mince Words.

Justice Is A Machine That, When Some One Has Once Given It The Starting Push, Rolls On Of Itself.

If You Do Not Think About The Future, You Cannot Have One.