Our American Professors Like Their Literature Clear

The Maker Of The Universe With Stars A Hundred Thousand Light-years Apart Was Interested, Furious, And Very Personal About It If A Small Boy Played Baseball On Sunday Afternoon.

Most Troubles Are Unnecessary. We Have Nature Beaten; We Can Make Her Grow Wheat; We Can Keep Warm When She Sends Blizzards. So We Raise The Devil Just For Pleasure--wars, Politics, Race-hatreds, Labor-disputes.

You," Said Dr. Yavitch, "are A Middle-road Liberal, And You Haven't The Slightest Idea What You Want. I, Being A Revolutionist, Know Exactly What I Want -- And What I Want Now Is A Drink.

Whatever The Misery, He Could Not Regain Contentment With A World Which, Once Doubted, Became Absurd.

People Will Buy Anything That Is One To A Customer.