Ignorance Is A Cure For Nothing.

If The Unemployed Could Eat Plans And Promises, They Would Be Able To Spend The Winter On The Riviera.

The Music Of An Unhappy People, Of The Children Of Disappointment; They Tell Of Death And Suffering And Unvoiced Longing Toward A Truer World, Of Misty Wanderings And Hidden Ways.

The Problem Of The Twentieth Century Is The Problem Of The Color-line, -- The Relation Of The Darker To The Lighter Races Of Men In Asia And Africa, In America And The Islands Of The Sea.

Now Is The Accepted Time, Not Tomorrow, Not Some More Convenient Season. It Is Today That Our Best Work Can Be Done.

It Is, Then, The Strife Of All Honorable Men And Women Of The Twentieth Century To See That In The Future Competition Of The Races The Survival Of The Fittest Shall Mean The Triumph Of The Good, The Beautiful, And The True; That We May Be Able To Preserve For Future Civilization All That Is Really Fine And Noble And Strong, And Not Continue To Put A Premium On Greed And Imprudence And Cruelty.