Life, In A Sense, Is Living And

Socialism, When The Last Word Is Said, Is Merely A New Economic And Political System Whereby More Men Can Get Food To Eat.

Where Others Have Hearts, He Carries A Tumor Of Rotten Principles.

But Especially He Loved To Run In The Dim Twilight Of The Summer Midnights, Listening To The Subdued And Sleepy Murmurs Of The Forest, Reading Signs And Sounds As A Man May Read A Book, And Seeking For The Mysterious Something That Called -- Called, Waking Or Sleeping, At All Times, For Him To Come.

The Greatest Of The Arts Is The Conquering Of Men.

...in His Gambling, He Had One Besetting Weakness -- Faith In A System; And This Made His Damnation Certain.