Love And Business And Family And Religion

Each Of Us, When Our Day's Work Is Done, Must Seek Our Ideal, Whether It Be Love Or Pinochle Or Lobster à La Newburg, Or The Sweet Silence Of The Musty Bookshelves.

But How Is It Now? All We Get Is Orders; And The Laws Go Out Of The State. Them Legislators Set Up There At Austin And Don't Do Nothing But Makes Laws Against Kerosene Oil And Schoolbooks Being Brought Into The State. I Reckon They Was Afraid Some Man Would Go Home Some Evening After Work And Light Up And Get An Education And Go To Work And Make Laws To Repeal Aforesaid Laws.

In Time Truth And Science And Nature Will Adapt Themselves To Art. Things Will Happen Logically, And The Villain Be Discomfited Instead Of Being Elected To The Board Of Directors. But In The Meantime Fiction Must Not Only Be Divorced From Fact, But Must Pay Alimony And Be Awarded Custody Of The Press Despatches.

A Burglar Who Respects His Art Always Takes His Time Before Taking Anything Else.

There Is A Saying That No Man Has Tasted The Full Flavour Of Life Until He Has Known Poverty, Love And War. The Justness Of This Reflection Commends It To The Lover Of Condensed Philosophy. The Three Conditions Embrace About All There Is In Life Worth Knowing. A Surface Thinker Might Deem That Wealth Should Be Added To The List. Not So. When A Poor Man Finds A Long-hidden Quarter-dollar That Has Slipped Through A Rip Into His Vest Lining, He Sounds The Pleasure Of Life With A Deeper Plummet Than Any Millionaire Can Hope To Cast.