For A Woman, Love Is Its Own

Science Is Not Wisdom.

Love Is The Key To The Mystery. Love By Its Very Nature Is Not Selfish, But Generous. It Seeks Not Its Own, But The Good Of Others. The Measure Of Love Is Not The Pleasure It Gives-that Is The Way The World Judges It-but The Joy And Peace It Can Purchase For Others.

The Workmen In A Factory May Have A Shadowy, Unknown Absentee "employer" - The Thousands Of Individual Owners Of Stock - Whom "management" Represents And Tries To Please By Extra Dividends. The Workman's Livelihood Is At The Disposition Of Strangers Who Make A Single Demand Of Their Representatives: Higher Profits.

Baloney Is Flattery Laid On So Thick It Cannot Be True, And Blarney Is Flattery So Thin We Love It.

As Long As The Decent People Refuse To Believe That Morality Must Manifest Itself In Every Sphere Of Human Activity, Including The Political, They Will Not Meet The Challenge Of Marxism.