However The World Pretends To Divide Itself,

And No One Shall Work For Money, And No One Shall Work For Fame, But Each For The Joy Of The Working, And Each, In His Separate Star, Shall Draw The Thing As He Sees It For The God Of Things As They Are!

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

If You Can Dream - And Not Make Dreams Your Master.

Follow The Dream, And Always The Dream, And Only The Dream.

I Keep Six Honest Serving Men (they Taught Me All I Knew); Theirs Names Are What And Why And When And How And Where And Who.