Thought Is A Man In His Wholeness,

They Were Evidently Small Men, All Wind And Quibbles, Flinging Out Their Chuffy Grain To Us With Far Less Interest Than A Farm-wife Feels As She Scatters Corn To Her Fowls.

People Always Make War When They Say They Love Peace.

I Want The Wonder Back Again, Or I Shall Die.

If You Cut A Thing Up, Of Course It Will Smell. Hence, Nothing Raises Such An Infernal Stink At Last, As Human Psychology.

How Can Any Man Be Free Without A Soul Of His Own, That He Believes In And Won't Sell At Any Price?