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Watch Them Clamber, These Swift Monkeys! They Clamber Over One Another And Thus Drag One Another Into The Mud And The Depth. They All Want To Get To The Throne: That Is Their Madness — As If Happiness Sat On The Throne. Often, Mud Sits On The Throne — And Often The Throne Also On Mud. Mad They All Appear To Me, Clambering Monkeys And Overardent. Foul Smells Their Idol, The Cold Monster: Foul, They Smell To Me Altogether, These Idolators.

Digressions, Objections, Delight In Mockery, Carefree Mistrust Are Signs Of Health.

In Large States Public Education Will Always Be Mediocre, For The Same Reason That In Large Kitchens The Cooking Is Usually Bad.

For As Long As They Praise You, Never Forget That It Is Not Yet Your Own Path That You Walk, But Another Person's.

Triumph Depends On A Roll Of Fate's Dice; The Ultimate Prize Is A Place In Heaven.