I Believe In The Possibility Of Happiness,

An Ideal Cannot Wait For Its Realization To Prove Its Validity.

It Is War That Wastes A Nations Wealth, Chokes Its Industries, Kills Its Flower, Narrows Its Sympathies, Condemns It To Be Governed By Adventurers, And Leaves The Puny, Deformed, And Unmanly To Breed The Next Generation.

It Is True That I Am Carrying Out Various Methods Of Treatment Recommended By Doctors And Dentists In The Hope Of Dying In The Remote Future In Perfect Health.

Skepticism Is The Chastity Of The Intellect...

Reason And Happiness Are Like Other Flowers; They Wither When Plucked.