Politicians. Little Tin Gods On Wheels.

Enough Work To Do, And Strength Enough To Do The Work.

What Is A Woman That You Forsake Her, And The Hearth-fire And The Home-acre, To Go With The Old Grey Widow-maker?

Sing, For Faith And Hope Are High- None So True As You And I- Sing The Lovers' Litany: "love Like Ours Can Never Die!"

Not Only Do Words Infect, Egotize, Narcotize, And Paralyze, But They Enter Into And Colour The Minutest Cells Of The Brain. . . .

There Aren't Twelve-hundred People In The World Who Understand Pictures. The Others Pretend And Don't Care.