The World Is A Play That Would

Averageness Is A Quality We Must Put Up With. Men March Toward Civilization In Column Formation, And By The Time The Van Has Learned To Admire The Masters The Rear Is Drawing Reluctantly Away From The Totem Pole.

As Wounded Men May Limp Through Life, So Our War Minds May Not Regain The Balance Of Their Thoughts For Decades.

Clever People Seem Not To Feel The Natural Pleasure Of Bewilderment, And Are Always Answering Questions When The Chief Relish Of A Life Is To Go On Asking Them.

Persecution Was At Least A Sign Of Personal Interest.

The World Is A Play That Would Not Be Worth Seeing If We Knew The Plot.