I Am Fierce For Work. Without Work

Public Work Brings A Vicarious But Assured Sense Of Immortality. We May Be Poor, Weak, Timid, In Debt To Our Landlady, Bullied By Our Nieces, Stiff In The Joints, Shortsighted And Distressed; We Shall Perish, But The Cause Endures; The Cause Is Great.

I Am Fierce For Work. Without Work I Am Nothing.

Really, Trees Are Nearly As Important As Men, And Much Better Behaved.

We Each Live In A Private, Distorted, Individual World - Stars Turning In Space, Warmed For A Moment By Each Other's Light, Then Lost In Infinite Distance.

A Sense Of Humor Is So Handy, Isn't It? It Lets You See Both Sides Of A Question So That You Never Need Do Anything.