Delight In The Little Things.

For Undemocratic Reasons And For Motives Not Of State, They Arrive At Their Conclusions, Largely Inarticulate. Being Void Of Self-expression They Confide Their Views To None; But Sometimes In A Smoking Room, One Learns Why Things Were Done.

Not Only Do Words Infect, Egotize, Narcotize, And Paralyze, But They Enter Into And Colour The Minutest Cells Of The Brain. . . .

The American Has No Language, He Has A Dialect, Slang, Provincialism, Accent And So Forth

Humble Because Of Knowledge; Mighty By Sacrifice.

Delight In The Little Things.