If I See An Ending, I Can

Great Stones They Lay Upon His Chest Until He Plead Aye Or Nay. They Say He Give Them But Two Words. "more Weight," He Says. And Died.

How To Live Had Started Out As An Analytical Problem Of How To Place Himself So As To Intercept The Flow Of Money In The Society.

In America, Any Man Who Is Not A Reactionary In His Views Is Open To The Charge Of Alliance With The Red Hell.

The Only Thing You Got In This World Is What You Can Sell. And The Funny Thing Is That You're A Salesman, And You Don't Know That.

Poor Brain! How Helplessly It Dissolves When Willing Eyes Meet And The Nose Warms To Those Old Jungle Scents.