Read, Every Day, Something No One Else

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.

The Human Mind Appears Suddenly And Inexplicably Out Of Some Unknown And Unimaginable Void. It Passes Half Its Known Life In The Mental Chaos Of Sleep. Even When Awake It Is A Victim Of Its Own Ill-adjustment, Of Disease, Of Age, Of External Suggestion, Of Nature's Compulsions; It Doubts Its Own Sensations And Trusts Only In Instruments And Averages.

Blessed Is He Who Has Never Been Tempted; For He Knows Not The Frailty Of His Rectitude.

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