I Want A Busy Life, A Just

Sweat, Sweat, Sweat! Work And Sweat, Cry And Sweat, Pray And Sweat!

The Game Of Keeping What One Has Is Never So Exciting As The Game Of Getting.

There Is A Basin In The Mind Where Words Float Around On Thought And Thought On Sound And Sight. Then There Is A Depth Of Thought Untouched By Words, And Deeper Still A Gulf Of Formless Feelings Untouched By Thought.

It's No Use Of Talking Unless People Understand What You Say.

The Sun, The Hero Of Every Day, The Impersonal Old Man That Beams As Brightly On Death As On Birth, Came Up Every Morning.