I Said To Heart, "how Goes It?"

The Grace Of God Is Courtesy.

Matilda Told Such Dreadful Lies, It Made One Gasp And Stretch One's Eyes Her Aunt, Who, From Her Earliest Youth, Had Kept A Strict Regard For Truth, Attempted To Believe Matilda The Effort Very Nearly Killed Her.

The Old Freedom Sufficiently Survives In The Mind Of The Wage Earner To Give Him The Illusion That, While Accepting Insurance And Maintenance From The Capitalist State, He Can Still Be A Full Citizen. He Thinks He Can Have His Cake And Eat It Too. He Is Mistaken. The Great Capitalists Who Procured These Regulations From The Politicians Knew What They Were At. They Were Catching Their Proletariat In A Net, And Now They Hold It Fast.

Of All Fatiguing, Futile, Empty Trades, The Worst, I Suppose, Is Writing About Writing.

Such Are The Mass Of The Supporters Of Either Party. They Derive Their Political Opinions Originally From Some Family Tradition Or Some Fanciful Preference, But They Back Them With All The Passion Of Sportsmen. In A Vague Subconscious Way They Know It Is A Game, But They Happen To Enjoy Playing The Game.