The Softest, Freest, Most Pliable And Changeful

Shall You Complain Who Feed The World? Who Clothe The World? Who House The World? Shall You Complain Who Are The World, Of What The World May Do? As From This Hour You Use Your Power, The World Must Follow You!

A Concept Is Stronger Than A Fact.

It Is Dull Enough To Confuse The Eye In Following, Pronounced Enough To Constantly Irritate And Provoke Study, And When You Follow The Lame Uncertain Curves For A Little Distance They Suddenly Commit Suicide—plunge Off At Outrageous Angles, Destroy Themselves In Unheard Of Contradictions.

I'm Sure I Never Used To Be So Sensitive. I Think It Is Due To This Nervous Condition.

We Grovel And "worship" And Pray To God To Do What We Ourselves Ought To Have Done A Thousand Years Ago, And Can Do Now, As Soon As We Choose.