All Play And No Work Makes Jack

Poor Conceited Humanity! Interpreters Of God Indeed.

Slight Was The Thing I Bought, Small Was The Debt I Thought, Poor Was The Loan At Best - God! But The Interest!

Washington Is The City Where The Big Men Of Little Towns Come To Be Disillusioned

It's All A Farce, - These Tales They Tell About The Breezes Sighing, And Moans Astir O'er Field And Dell, Because The Year Is Dying.

People Are Taking It For Granted That [the Negro] Ought Not To Work With His Head. And It Is So Easy For These People Among Whom We Are Living To Believe This; It Flatters And Satisfies Their Self-complacency.