The World Is A Prison In Which

Since The Day Man First Tried To Conquer Space, The Earth Has Been Mobilizing.

The Press, That Goiter Of The World, Swells Up With The Desire For Conquest And Bursts With The Achievements Which Every Day Brings. A Week Has Room For The Boldest Climax Of The Human Drive For Expansion.

Who Is Going To Cast Out An Error To Which He Has Given Birth And Replace It With An Adopted Truth?

An Idea's Birth Is Legitimate If One Has The Feeling That One Is Catching Oneself Plagiarizing Oneself.

If Someone Calls Me Vain And Mean, I Know That He Trusts Me And Has Something To Confess To Me.