Dumb Dog. I Bought A Dog Whistle.

Great God Of The Ants, Thou Hast Granted Victory To Thy Servants. I Appoint Thee Honorary Colonel.

Dumb Dog. I Bought A Dog Whistle. He Won't Use It.

If One Must Fight Or Create, It Is Necessary That This Be Preceded By The Broadest Possible Knowledge.

All The Year Round There Is Spring, All Through Life Is Youth; There Is Always Something Which May Flower.

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.