You Ought To Know That October Is

Robots Of The World, You Are Ordered To Exterminate The Human Race. Do Not Spare The Men. Do Not Spare The Women. Preserve Only The Factories, Railroads, Machines, Mines, And Raw Materials. Destroy Everything Else. Then Return To Work. Work Must Not Cease.

The Sole Perfection Which Modern Civilization Attains Is A Mechanical One; Machines Are Splendid And Flawless, But The Life Which Serves Them Or Is Served By Them, Is Neither Superb Nor Brilliant, Nor More Perfect Nor More Graceful; Nor Is The Work Of The Machines Perfect; Only They, The Machines, Are Like Gods.

You Still Stand Watch, O Human Star, Burning Without A Flicker, Perfect Flame, Bright And Resourceful Spirit. Each Of Your Rays A Great Idea - O Torch Which Passes From Hand To Hand, From Age To Age, World Without End.

If Dogs Could Talk, Perhaps We Would Find It As Hard To Get Along With Them As We Do With People.

The English Gentleman Is A Combination Of Silence, Courtesy, Dignity, Sport, Newspapers And Honesty.