The Future Has Many Names: For The

Foppery Is The Egotism Of Clothes.

Give To A Being The Useless, And Deprive Him Of The Needful, And You Have The Gamin.

One Is Not Idle Because One Is Absorbed. There Is Both Visible And Invisible Labor. To Contemplate Is To Toil, To Think Is To Do. The Crossed Arms Work, The Clasped Hands Act. The Eyes Upturned To Heaven Are An Act Of Creation.

In Saying No To Progress, It Is Not The Future Which They Condemn, But Themselves. They Give Themselves A Melancholy Disease; They Inoculate Themselves With The Past. There Is But One Way Of Refusing Tomorrow, That Is To Die.

Death Belongs To God Alone; By What Right Do Men Touch That Unknown Thing?