Our Salvation Is In Work, But Let

What Can You Do By Killing? Nothing. You Kill One Dog, The Master Buys Another-that's All There Is To It.

All Of Us Are Pilgrims On This Earth. I've Even Heard People Say That The Earth Itself Is A Pilgrim In The Heavens.

You Must Write For Children The Same Way You Write For Adults, Only Better.

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.

We Kill Everybody, My Dear. Some With Bullets, Some With Words, And Everybody With Our Deeds. We Drive People Into Their Graves, And Neither See It Nor Feel It.