The Moment A Man Talks To His

Wherever The Catholic Sun Doth Shine, There’s Always Laughter And Good Red Wine. At Least I’ve Always Found It So. Benedicamus Domino!

Great Artistic Talent In Any Direction... Is Hardly Inherent To The Man. It Comes And Goes; It Is Often Possessed Only For A Short Phase In His Life; It Hardly Ever Colors His Character As A Whole And Has Nothing To Do With The Moral And Intellectual Stuff Of The Mind And Soul. Many Great Artists, Perhaps Most Great Artists, Have Been Poor Fellows Indeed, Whom To Know Was To Despise.

If Any Man Gives You A Wine You Can't Bear, Don't Say It Is Beastly... But Don't Say You Like It. You Are Endangering Your Soul And The Use Of Wine As Well... Seek Out Some Other Wine Good To Your Taste.

Coupled With Usury, Unrestricted Competition Destroys The Small Man For The Profit Of The Great And In So Doing Produces That Mass Of Economically Unfree Citizens Whose Very Political Freedom Comes In Question Because It Has No Foundation In Any Economic Freedom, That Is, Any Useful Proportion Of Property To Support It. Political Freedom Without Economic Freedom Is Almost Worthless, And It Is Because The Modern Proletariat Has The One Kind Of Freedom Without The Other That Its Rebellion Is Now Threatening The Very Structure Of The Modern World.

Oh, You Should Never, Never Doubt What Nobody Is Sure About.