I Ask Myself, 'why Am I So

Constant Repetition Dulls Receptivity.

The Longest Lives Are Short; Our Work Lasts Longer.

I Am Now A Fundamentalist American; Give Me Time And I Will Tell You Why Individualism, Laissez-faire And The Slightly Restrained Anarchy Of Capitalism Offer The Best Opportunities For The Development Of The Human Spirit.

We Are Never Aware Of The Present; Each Instant Of Living Becomes Perceptible Only When It Is Past, So That In A Sense We Do Not Live At All, But Only Remember Living.

The Prairies Were Dust. Day After Day, Summer After Summer, The Scorching Winds Blew The Dust And The Sun Was Brassy In A Yellow Sky. Crop After Crop Failed. Again And Again The Barren Land Must Be Mortgaged For Taxes And Food And Next Year's Seed. The Agony Of Hope Ended When There Was Not Harvest And No More Credit, No Money To Pay Interest And Taxes; The Banker Took The Land. Then The Bank Failed.