I Have For Myself No Conceivable Complaint

What Is Love? Listen! It Is The Rainbow That Stands Out, In All Its Glorious Many-colored Hues, Illuminating And Making Glad Again The Dark Clouds Of Life. It Is The Morning And The Evening Star, That In Glad Refulgence, There On The Awed Horizon, Call Nature's Hearts To An Uplifted Rejoicing In God's Marvelous Firmament!

Except For Half A Dozen In Each Town The Citizens Are Proud Of That Achievement Of Ignorance Which Is So Easy To Come By. To Be 'intellectual' Or 'artistic' Or, In Their Own Word, To Be 'highbrow,' Is To Be Priggish And Of Dubious Virtue.

In Everything Was The Spirit Of Children's Play - Not The Rule-ridden, Time-killing Play Of Adults That Is A Preparation For Death, But The Busy And Credulous Play Of Children That Is A Preparation For Life.

Men Die, But The Plutocracy Is Immortal; And It Is Necessary That Fresh Generations Should Be Trained To Its Service.

The Greatest Mystery About A Human Being Is Not His Reaction To Sex Or Praise, But The Manner In Which He Contrives To Put In Twenty-four Hours A Day. It Is This Which Puzzles The Longshoreman About The Clerk, The Londoner About The Bushman.