Our Whole Being Is Nothing But A

Don't Use That Foreign Word: Ideals. We Have The Excellent Native Word: Lies.

I Am Sticking As Closely To My Subject As I Can; For My Subject Is Precisely This, That It Is The Masses, The Majority

Oh Courage...oh Yes! If Only One Had That...then Life Might Be Livable, In Spite Of Everything.

What Sort Of Truths Are They That The Majority Usually Supports? They Are Truths That Are Of Such Advanced Age That They Are Beginning To Break Up. And If A Truth Is As Old As That, It Is Also In A Fair Way To Become A Lie, Gentlemen.

An Unromantic Poem I Mean To Make, Of One Who Only Lives For Duty's Sake.