I Am Patient With Stupidity But Not

But I Saw The Little-ant Men As They Ran Carrying The World's Weight Of The World's Filth And The Filth In The Heart Of Man-- Compressed Till Those Lusts And Greeds Had A Greater Heat Than That Of The Sun.

[history Is] That Terrible Mill In Which Sawdust Rejoins Sawdust.

A Great Many People Now Reading And Writing Would Be Better Employed Keeping Rabbits.

White As A Winding Sheet, Masks Blowing Down The Street: Moscow, Paris London, Vienna - All Are Undone. The Drums Of Death Are Mumbling, Rumbling, And Tumbling, Mumbling, Rumbling, And Tumbling, The World's Floors Are Quaking, Crumbling And Breaking.

I'm Dying, But Otherwise I'm In Very Good Health.