Man Cannot Be Uplifted; He Must Be

It Wont Be Long Now It Wont Be Long Man Is Making Deserts Of The Earth It Wont Be Long Now Before Man Will Have Used It Up So That Nothing But Ants And Centipedes And Scorpions Can Find A Living On It.

There Is Bound To Be A Certain Amount Of Trouble Running Any Country. If You Are President, The Trouble Happens To You. But If You Are A Tyrant You Can Arrange Things So That Most Of The Trouble Happens To Other People.

As The Skull Of The Man Grows Broader, So Do His Creeds. And His Gods They Are Shaped In His Image And Mirror His Needs. And He Clothes Them With Thunders And Beauty, He Clothes Them With Music And Fire, Seeing Not, As He Bows By Their Altars, That He Worships His Own Desire.

A Little While With Grief And Laughter, And Then The Day Will Close; The Shadows Gather ... What Comes After No Man Knows.

If You Want To Get Rich From Writing, Write The Sort Of Thing That's Read By Persons Who Move Their Lips When They're Reading To Themselves.