There Is Only One Rule For Being

Words Are A Commodity In Which There Is Never Any Slump.

In Every Man's Heart There Is A Secret Nerve That Answers To The Vibrations Of Beauty.

Read, Every Day, Something No One Else Is Reading. Think, Every Day, Something No One Else Is Thinking. Do, Every Day, Something No One Else Would Be Silly Enough To Do. It Is Bad For The Mind To Continually Be Part Of Unanimity.

Truth Is What Every Man Sees Lurking At The Bottom Of His Own Soul, Like The Oyster Shell Housewives Put In The Kitchen Kettle To Collect The Lime From The Water. By And By Each Man's Iridescent Oyster Shell Of Truth Becomes Coated With The Lime Of Prejudice And Hearsay.

My Prayer Is That What We Have Gone Through [world War One] Will Startle The World Into Some New Realization Of The Sanctity Of Life, Animal As Well As Human.