It Was A Bright Cold Day In

The Consequences Of Every Act Are Included In The Act Itself.

Money, Money, All Is Money! Could You Write Even A Penny Novelette Without Money To Put Heart In You?

In This Game That We're Playing, We Can't Win. Some Kinds Of Failure Are Better Than Other Kinds, That's All.

Mrs Weaver Nosed Among The Books, Too Dim-witted To Grasp That They Were In Alphabetical Order.

The Atom Bombs Are Piling Up In The Factories, The Police Are Prowling Through The Cities, The Lies Are Streaming From The Loudspeakers, But The Earth Is Still Going Round The Sun.