If You Can Think–and Not Make Thoughts

I Keep Six Honest Serving Men.

Yet There Be Certain Times In A Young Man’s Life, When, Through Great Sorrow Or Sin, All The Boy In Him Is Burnt And Seared Away So That He Passes At One Step To The More Sorrowful State Of Manhood

You Perceive, Do You Not, That Our National Fairy Tales Reflect The Inmost Desires Of The Briton And The Gaul?

Men, Not Children Or Servants, Tempered And Taught To The End; Cleansed Of Servile Panic, Slow To Dread Or Despise, Humble Because Of Knowledge, Mighty By Sacrifice.

I Have Struck A City - A Real City - And They Call It Chicago... I Urgently Desire Never To See It Again. It Is Inhabited By Savages.