Money Brings You Food, But Not Appetite;

I'm Afraid For All Those Who'll Have The Bread Snatched From Their Mouths By These Machines. What Business Has Science And Capitalism Got, Bringing All These New Inventions Into The Works, Before Society Has Produced A Generation Educated Up To Using Them!

To Die In Agony Upon A Cross Does Not Create A Martyr; He Must First Will His Own Execution.

Rob The Average Man Of His Life-illusion, And You Rob Him Of His Happiness At The Same Stroke.

To Live Is To War With Trolls In Heart And Woul. To Write Is To Sit In Judgement On Oneself.

The Costliness Of Keeping Friends Does Not Lie In What One Does For Them, But In What One, Out Of Consideration For Them, Refrains From Doing.