In The Twilight, It Was A Vision

Man Is An Evasive Beast, Given To Cultivating Strange Notions About Himself.

Turn Over The Pages Of History And Read The Damning Record Of The Church's Opposition To Every Advance In Every Field Of Science. . . .

The Old Wanderlust Had Gotten Into His Blood, The Joy Of The Unbound Life, The Joy Of Seeking, Of Hoping Without Limit.

I Aimed At The Public's Heart, And By Accident I Hit It In The Stomach.

All Art Is Propaganda. It Is Universally And Inescabably Propaganda; Sometimes Unconsciously, But Often Deliberately, Propaganda.