In The Carriages Of The Past, You

Silence Is Terrible And Painful Only To Those Who Have Said All And Have Nothing More To Speak Of; But To Those Who Never Had Anything To Say— To Them Silence Is Simple And Easy.

Writers Build Castles In The Air, The Reader Lives Inside, And The Publisher Inns The Rent.

Processing The Human Raw Material Is Naturally More Complicated Than Processing Lumber.

Politics Is The Soil In Which The Nettle Of Poisonous Enmity, Evil Suspicions, Shameless Lies, Slander, Morbid Ambitions, And Disrespect For The Individual Grows Rapidly And Luxuriantly. Name Anything Bad In Man And It Is Precisely In The Soil Of Political Struggle That It Grows With Particular Liveliness And Abundance.

God Is A Complex Of Ideas Formed By The Tribe, The Nation, And Humanity, Which Awake And Organize Social Feelings And Aim To Link The Individual To Society And To Bridle The Zoological Individualism.