A Crowd Pagan As Ever Imperial Rome

In Case I Conk Out, This Is Provisionally What I Have To Do: I Must Clarify Obscurities; I Must Make Clearer Definite Ideas Or Dissociations. I Must Find A Verbal Formula To Combat The Rise Of Brutality--the Principle Of Order Versus The Split Atom.

A Slave Is One Who Waits For Someone To Come And Free Him.

Gloom And Solemnity Are Entirely Out Of Place In Even The Most Rigorous Study Of An Art Originally Intended To Make Glad The Heart Of Man.

Man Is An Over-complicated Organism. If He Is Doomed To Extinction He Will Die Out For Want Of Simplicity.

Bureaucrats Are A Pox. They Are Supposed To Be Necessary. Certain Chemicals In The Body Are Supposed To Be Necessary To Life, But Cause Death The Moment They Increase Beyond A Suitable Limit