If You Can Eat Sawdust Without Butter,

Men Are Idolaters, And Want Something To Look At And Kiss And Hug, Or Throw Themselves Down Before; They Always Did, They Always Will; And If You Don't Make It Of Wood, You Must Make It Of Words.

There Is In All Men A Demand For The Superlative, So Much So That The Poor Devil That Has No Other Way Of Reaching It Attains It By Getting Drunk.

Under Bad Manners, As Under Graver Faults, Lies Very Commonly An Overestimate Of Our Special Individuality, As Distinguished From Our Generic Humanity.

But When Men Have Realized That Time Has Upset Many Fighting Faiths, They May Come To Believe...that The Best Test Of Truth Is The Power Of The Thought To Get Itself Accepted In The Competition Of The Market... That At Any Rate Is The Theory Of Our Constitution.

Through Our Great Good Fortune, In Our Youth Our Hearts Were Touched With Fire. It Was Given To Us To Learn At The Outset That Life Is A Profound And Passionate Thing.